You Would Want us to Laugh at Your Funeral
You would want us to laugh at your funeral
You would want us to smile when we spoke
If you had your own way
You would make it the day
When we all had to share your worst joke
You would never want us to sorrow
You would want some bad music played loud
If you had your own way
You would make it the day
When you pranced round the hall in a shroud
You would want us to smile at your funeral
Without a miserable drone
When the curtains shut tight
You'd switch off the light
Then let out a horrible groan
Your laughter was always a legend
Your jokes were sometimes a bore
If you had your own way
You would make it the day
When we all had to dash for the door