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 'em cut me up and pass me all around
Throw my brains in a huricane
The blind can have my eyes
'deaf can take both of my ears if they don't mind the size
Give my stomach to Milwakee if they run out of beer