Don't play that closing chord for me, baby baby.
I want a wake to wake the dead.
Some rolling sounds with drums and rocking bass,
And my good comrades dancing...all around the place.

Don't play that closing chord for me, baby baby.
I want rejoicing when I go.
Celebrate my advent and that I've had my day,
With a roving melody to...send me on my way.

Don't play that closing chord for me, baby baby.
Lugubrious is not my style.
I favored grins and laghs with loving on the side.
So do a Moog type version of "Here Comes the Bride."

Don't play that closing chord for me, baby baby.
I'll bless the ground from whence I came,
I'll make some daisy shine...daisy shine
Some grass grow green...grass grow green.
And leave a sneaky dandelion to decorate the scene.