The Richest Guy in the Graveyard

Woke up this morning
It was a fine sunny day
I said, "Daddy, please stay"
But he had to run away
'Cause he was busy
Busy making lots of gold
So I told him
Better have some fun before you're old

You'll be the richest guy in the graveyard
With money in the bank
You'll be the fattest cat who's stretched out flat
You'll have yourself to thank

Now, what's the good of earning
With no time for spending?
You know you're simply headed
For a horizontal ending

The richest guy in the graveyard
So, daddy, won't you please slow down?
You'll climb the golden gate to the graveyard
That gate is not so great
You'll be the sleepiest creep who's six feet deep
You'll find it out too late

I can't imagine how you can be a good lover
All wrapped around and brown with a five-ply cover
So take my tip and don't work hard
Then you'll delay that graveyard drive

You'll be the richest guy in the graveyard
Now, just you wait and see
You'll be the gauliest goon
Who ever went too soon
That ain't no use to me
I'd rather be found on a flophouse bed
Than down in the ground with dirt on my head
You'll be the richest guy in the graveyard
So, daddy, won't you hear my plea?
Do me a favor and please make out the will to me