Oh, don't bury me in the prairie

Oh, don't bury me in the prairie
That would be far too dreary

I hated being underground when I was alive
So when I'm dead find me a better dive

Donate my organs for somebody's gain
Then look around for a better bargain

Place me on a tall pyre
And burn me in a raging fire

But, wait, maybe there's a better solution
That won't add to the existing pollution

The other day I read about an electric furnace
Toss me into that with a lot of grace

Which means keep the caretaker and his makeup away
And DON”T allow the religious nuts in to pray

If my soul needs saving, it's from these bums
People that believe in eternal hell are not my chums

Neither the ones that believe in virgins and harps
Didn't I have enough in my life-time of these barfs?

No, as I burn put on a tape of 'The Donkey Serenade'
And if someone brayed along, I'd hoot if I weren't dead

If you try to be solemn on my special day
I swear I'll haunt you till yours in every way

And after I'm ashes, take me up in a glider
And sprinkle me over a rain-forest to make it spread wider.

There's nothing like fertilization
To achieve eternal propagation