If I should die to-night And you should come to my cold corpse and say, Weeping and heartsick o'er my lifeless clay -- If I should die to-night,And you should come in deepest grief and woe -- And say: "Here's that ten dollars that I owe," I might arise in my large white cravat And say, "What's that?"
If I should die to-night And you should come to my cold corpse and kneel, Clasping my bier to show the grief you feel, I say, if I should die to-nightAnd you should come to me, and there and then Just even hint 'bout payin' me that ten, I might arise the while, But I'd drop dead again.
