Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn in a silver casket,
Put golden flowers over my head in a silver basket.
Let the drum and bugle corps blow taps while cannons roar,
Let sixteen liv'ried employees pass out souvenirs from the funeral store.
I want to go simply, when I go,
And they'll give me a simple fun'ral there, I know,
With a casket lined in fleece,
And fireworks spelling out "Rest In Peace."
Oh, take me, when I'm gone, to Forest Lawn.
Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn they understand there,
And they have a heavenly choir and a military band there.
Oh, just put me in their care and I'll find my comfort there,
With sixteen planes in a last salute, dropping a cross in a parachute.
With a hunderd strolling strings,
And topless dancers in golden wings,
Oh, take me, when I'm gone, to Forest Lawn ...
Oh, come, come, come, come,
Come to the church in the wildwood,
Kindly leave a contribution in the pail.
Be as simple and as trusting as a child would,
And we'll sell you the church in the dale.
To find a simple resting place is my desire,
To lay me down with a smiling face comes a little bit higher.
My likeness, done in brass, will stand in plastic grass,
And weights and hidden springs will tip its hat to the mourners filing past.
And they'll give me a simple fun'ral there, I know.
I'll sleep beneath the sand,
With piped-in tapes of Billy Graham.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, for a slightly higher fee.
(optional for flourish)
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