When I die, don't you cry, ask the big guy why, go buy a suit and tie or a dress.I've had fun, a good run, all my trips around the sun, I'm one son of a gun who's been blessed.Just raise up a glass or a flask when I pass, cause I ask with my last request.They better have cold beer at my funeral.They better play good country music when they lay me alone.They better have cold beer at my funeral.If they don't, I ain't gonna go.That's right.It's a fact that a black Cadillac Hurst-like six-pack's a just back my old Chevy.To the door when you're sure I can't pour no more for my encore tour up to heaven.My life's all hope, y'all had a ball turning my last call up to eleven.They better have cold beer at my funeral.They better play good country music when they lay me alone.They better have cold beer at my funeral.If they don't, I ain't gonna go.Here we go.Well, beer me the dearly departed.Don't be sad or brokenhearted.Life's been a hell of a party.So pop a top, pop a top, so the party won't stop.They better have cold beer at my funeral.They better play good country music when they lay me alone.They better have cold beer at my funeral.If they don't, hell, I ain't gonna go.If they don't, I ain't gonna go.No, I ain't.I think I'll just stay home.*