If I die before you
You can have my records
You can give my books away
If I die before you
You can burn my journals
I don’t care what they say

Don’t you cry, if I’m the first to die
I’ll try to get assigned a post close by
If they let me be a ghost
I’ll be a friendly one, and float by you in the dark
Or if I’m reincarnated as a squirrel or a pigeon
I’ll find you in the park
Or if they chose to let me decompose
I’ll tickle your toes from underneath the ground
Oh I’ll still be around

If I die before you
Don’t be sad for too long
Nobody likes a crybaby (no, missy - nobody likes a sissy)
If I die before you
You have got to move on
You’ll find another fly baby (yo kiddo, everybody loves a widow)

Don’t be low if I’m the first to go
You’ve got a funeral to throw, you know
Make sure there’s a brass band
Like they have in New Orleans
Nobody wearing black
And everybody dancing
Everybody, everybody dancing
Everybody, everybody dancing
Everybody dancing

If you die before me
Should I play your records?
Should I give your books away?
If you die before me
Wherever you end up
Save me a seat
I’ll be there someday

I’m gonna love you to death
So after my last breath

I can die happy
I can die happy
I can die happy
I can die happy

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