Please Don't Bury Me

Woke up this morning put on my slippers    went to the kitchen and died    And oh what a feeling when my soul went through the celing    and on up in to heaven I did rise!    When I got there they did say "John it happened this-a-way:    you slipped upon the floor and hit your head   And all the angels say just before you passed away    these are the very last words that you said:    "Please don’t bury me down in that cold cold ground.    I’d rather have them cut me up and pass me all around    Throw my brains in a hurricane    The blind can have my eyes    the deaf can take both of my ears if they don’t mind the size." Instrumental:        Give my stomach to Milwakee if they run out of beer;                      Put my socks in a cedar box just get ’em out of here                       Venus de milo can have my arms.  Look out! I’ve got your nose.                              Sell my heart to the junk man  and give my love to Rose.                       Chorus    Instrumental: >Du>         Give my feet to the foot-loose careless fancy-free.                     Give my knees to the needy; don’t you pull that stuff on me.                 Hand me down my walkin’ cane; it’s a sin to tell a lie.                       Send my mouth way down south and kiss my ass good-bye.                         Chorus