Jesus Christ, girl,
What are people gonna think?
When I show up to one of several funerals,
I've attended for Grandpa this week.
With you,
With me,
But someone's gotta help me dig,
Someone's gotta help me dig.
Jesus Christ, girl,
It hasn't been long so it seems,
Since I was picking out an island and a tomb for you,
At the Hollywood Cemetery.
You kiss,
On me,
But we should let this dead guy sleep,
We should let this dead guy sleep.
I wanna be bold, I think,
At the Hollywood Cemetery.
You came,
I think.
Because the marble made my cheeks look pink,
Oh I'm unsure of so many things.
But we should let this dead guy sleep, oh,
But someone's got to help me dig,
Someone's got to help me dig,
Oh someone's got to help me dig.