Friday, March 6, 2009

Dueling Lyrics

Have you ever awakened COMPLETELY EXHAUSTED after a night of deep and restful sleep? That's me today. Seriously, I'm staggering around like an extra in a Bruce Campbell movie. What's worse is that I woke up with two sets of dueling song lyrics in my head.

1) All the punks are gonna scream yippee, 'cuz it's the thing that only eats hippies
(from The Thing That Only Eats Hippies by the Dead Milkmen)

2) Woke up this mornin', put on my slippers, walked in the kitchen and died
(from Please Don't Bury Me by John Prine

These two lines flipped back and forth across my gray matter until finally, John Prine won. Now the entire song is on a continuous melodic loop from my brain to my mouth to my ears and back. Woe betide whoever sits next to me on the train home tonight...

John Prine rocks. I must share the entire song with the world. Enjoy!

Please Don't Bury Me
©John Prine

Woke up this morning
Put on my slippers
Walked in the kitchen and died
And oh what a feeling!
When my soul
Went thru the ceiling
And on up into heaven I did ride
When I got there they did say
John, it happened this way
You slipped upon the floor
And hit your head
And all the angels say
Just before you passed away
These were the very last words
That you said:

Chorus:
Please don't bury me
Down in that cold cold ground
No, I'd druther have "em" cut me up
And pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don't mind the size
Give my stomach to Milwaukee
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 junkman
And give my love to Rose

Repeat Chorus

Give my feet to the footloose
The careless, fancy free
Give my knees to the needy
Don't pull that stuff on me
Hand me down my walking cane
It's a sin to tell a lie
Send my mouth way down south
And kiss my ass goodbye

Repeat Chorus

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