If I Die Before You

If I die before you
You can have my records
You can give my books away
If I die before you
You can burn my journals
I don’t care what they say
Don’t you cry, if I’m the first to die
I’ll try to get assigned a post close by
If they let me be a ghost
I’ll be a friendly one, and float by you in the dark
Or if I’m reincarnated as a squirrel or a pigeon
I’ll find you in the park
Or if they chose to let me decompose
I’ll tickle your toes from underneath the ground (underneath the ground)
Oh I’ll still be around
If I die before you
Don’t be sad for too long
Nobody likes a crybaby (no, missy — nobody likes a sissy)
If I die before you
You have got to move on
You’ll find another fly baby (yo kiddo, everybody loves a widow)
Don’t be low if I’m the first to go
You’ve got a funeral to throw, you know
Make sure there’s a brass band
Like they have in New Orleans
Nobody wearing black
And everybody dancing
Everybody dancing (Everybody dancing)
Everybody dancing (Everybody dancing)
Everybody dancing
If you die before me
Should I play your records?
Should I give your books away?
If you die before me
Wherever you end up
Save me a seat
I’ll be there someday
I’m gonna love you to death
So after my last breath
I can die happy (I can die happy)
I can die happy (I can die happy)
I can die happy (I can die happy)
I can die happy