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DWoke up this morning, Gput on my slippers,
Dwent to the kitchen and Adied,
And,D oh, what a feeling when mGy soul went through the celing
and Aon up in to heaven I did Drise!
When I Ggot there they did say, "John, Dit happened this-a-way:
you slipped upon the floor and hit yourA head,
And aDll the angels say just Gbefore you passed Daway
these are the veryA last words that you Dsaid:
G"Please don't bury me downD in that cold, cold ground.
I'd rather have them cut me up and pass me allA around,
DThrow my brains in a huricane,
GThe blind can have my Deyes,
the deGaf can take both Dof my ears if theAy don't mind the siDze."
Give my stomach to Milwakee if they run out of beer;
Put my socks in a cedar box, just get 'em out of here ,
Venus de milo can have my arms. Look out! I've got your nose.
Sell my heart to the junk man and give my love to Rose.
Give my feet to the foot-loose, careless, fancy-free.
Give my knees to the needy; don't you pull that stuff on me.
Hand me down my walkin' cane; it's a sin to tell a lie.
Send my mouth way down south and kiss my ass good-bye.
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