Woke up this morning, put on my slippers, went to the kitchen and died, And, oh, what a feeling when my soul went through the celing and on up in to heaven I did rise! When I got there they did say, "John, it happened this-a-way: you slipped upon the floor and hit your head, And all the angels say just before you passed away these are the very last words that you said: "Please don't bury me down in that cold, cold ground. I'd rather have them cut me up and pass me all around, Throw my brains in a hurricane, The blind can have my eyes, the deaf can take both of my ears if they don't mind the size." Instrumental: