The Richest Guy In The Graveyard (03-11-47) - Etta Jones

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 makin' 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 in 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 gonest goon

Who ever went too soon

That ain’t no use to me

I’d rather be found

On a flophouse bed

Then 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