Well people say I oughta save my money
So when I leave, I leave this world in style,
In a walnut box with all the fancy trimmin's
Vacuum sealed to keep me fresh a while.
But I say, Send me to Glory in a glad bag.
Don't waste no fancy coffin on my bones.
Just put me out on the curb next Tuesday
Let sanitation local bear me home.
Well sell all my worldly possessions
And buy yourself a case of sugar smacks.
(There Great!)
With the empty boxes you can build my tombstone.
And engrave it with this simple epitath:
Say, Send me to Glory in a glad bag.
Don't waste no fancy coffin on my bones.
Just put me out on the curb next Tuesday
Let sanitation local bear me home.
And if I should die on the eve of Christmas
Just put my baggie by underneath the tree;
When the kiddies come to open up their goodies,
Well the big surprise will be the death of me.
Oh, Send me to Glory in a glad bag.
Don't waste no fancy coffin on my bones.
Just put me out on the curb next Tuesday
Let sanitation local bear me home.
And iffins I am not bound for Glory, (Waaah)
But to that other place I would not choose; (Waaaah)
If it seems I am headed in the other direction, (Waaaah)
Then, an, oven bag would be the thing to use.
Oh, Send me to Glory in a glad bag.
Don't waste no fancy coffin on my bones.
Just put me out on the curb next Tuesday
Let sanitation local bear me home.
One More Time
Oh, Send me to Glory in a glad bag.
Don't waste no fancy coffin on my bones.
Just put me out on the curb next Tuesday
Let the sanitation local bear me home.