Don't bring flowers to my funeral
I never really liked the scent
Bring a big tub of champagne
And why don't you just drown in it
Play a big old montage of me
But minus the parts I regret
I want a lot of friends at my funeral
So maybe they can still laugh
Don't you come to my funeral
Are you really that daft
Don't go parading tears
Save them for yourself
You deserve that
I wonder how I will go
Probably a big old car accident
I'll go a hundred and twenty in the suburbs
And then I'll wrap I'll wrap I'll wrap
On a lamppost
I would be alone in that car
I'd blast the music high and dry
I'd put my hands up to the sky
Let god take the wheel
How would I feel
I'd go one twenty in the suburbs
And I'd wrap on a tree
I'd sing cerave
But I wouldn't smell you
I'd probably smell the flowers
And they'd tell me
Don't you come to my funeral
Are you really that daft
Don't go parading tears
Save them for yourself
You deserve that
Don't you come to my funeral
Are you really that daft
Don't go parading tears
Save them for yourself
You deserve that
Smell the flowers
Look at the flowers
Look at the flowers
Smell the flowers
Smell the flowers
Look at the flowers
Look at the flowers
Look at the flowers