I promise you I won’t cry at your funeral.
I’ll keep a stiff upper lip.
Cause I know that’s what you’d do.
No, not a stiff upper lip.
You’d tell a joke.
You’d elbow me in the ribs
And whisper some hilarious quip
Of how you just kerplunked.
So I won’t cry at your funeral.
I will smile broad and tell a joke.
But only if you sit next to me.