1. Well, I'm not afraid of dying; it's the thought of being dead.
I want to go on being me once my eulogy's been read.
Don't spread my ashes out to see; don't lay me down to rest.
You can calm my nervous mind if you fill my last request.

Cho. Prop me up beside the scaffold when I die.
Oh, I wanna go to heaven, but I don't wanna go tonight.
Fill my skirts up with sand, put a Crowned Jewel in my hand.
Prop me up beside the scaffold when I die.

2. Just let my headstone be a jewel-filled sign.
And let it gleam in memory of all of my good times.
Fix me up with a mannequin, just remember, I like blondes.
I'll be the life of the party, even when I'm dead and gone. (Cho.)