(122) June 25, 2010: What I Want

WHAT I WANT

I’ll tell you now just what I want,
The day you find me dead and gaunt,
Go lather up your legs and shave,
And build a dance floor on my grave.

When all the eulogies are said,
And your blue eyes are puffy red,
It’s time for you to misbehave,
And build a dance floor on my grave.

Just call the girls to get the guys,
Forget the wherefores and the whys,
Go find yourself a kindly knave,
And build a dance floor on my grave.

I hope the moon is full that night,
(I’ll do my best to time it right),
And you’ll announce my tomb side rave,
And build a dance floor on my grave.

D. Edgar Lamp

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