Dress sexy at my funeral, my dear wife.
Wink at the minister.
Blow kisses to my grieving brothers.
Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife
And when it comes your turn to speak before the crowd
Tell them about the time we did it
On the beach with fireworks above us
On the railroad tracks with the gravel in your back
In the back room of a crowded bar
And in the graveyard where my body now rests.