Dessert

When you have my funeral
 Boys, I won't attend
 I'll be trying hard to live
 Though so many folks want me dead
 I'll be so far, so far down the road
 That romance sooner do me in
 Than this old semi's heavy load
 Oh boy
 And so if you don't need me
 Then leave me don't you flirt
 I'll have your man for dinner, mama
 And have you for dessert
 I'll make your circus insecure
 I don't need your scams
 I need a few ounces of mercy, honey
 At least 180 grams
 Oh ya
 I go up to the mountain tops
 That's where the world is clean
 It's down in the valley I hear talk
 I hear talk, but hear no speech
 The kids there climb ladders
 And get themselves a spot
 I scale the trees and run the rocks
 Until I reach the mountain tops
 Oh boy