Well I ain't afraid of dyin'. t's the thought of bein' dead
Before the Kansas City Chiefs t the Superbowl are lead.
Don't spread my ashes on the field. Don't lay me down to rest.
You can put my heart at ease if you fill my last request.

Prop me up beside the goalpost if I die
I don't wanna go to heaven 'til the Chiefs bring home the prize.
Fill my boots up with grass.
Kick a field goal up my ass.
Prop me up beside the goalpost if I die.

Just let my headstone be the Jumbotron.
Just let it shine with touchdowns from Trent Green's golden arm.
Let me be the mannequin that KC Wolf drives on.
I'll be the "hit" of the cheering crowd even when I'm dead and gone.

Prop me up beside the goalpost if I die
I don't wanna go to heaven 'til the Chiefs bring home the prize.
Fill my boots up with grass.
Kick a field goal up my ass.
Prop me up beside the goalpost if I die.

Just buy a brewsky in my name and while you're still in line.
The Chiefs can pay their last respects one touchdown at a time.

Prop me up beside the goalpost if I die
I don't wanna go to heaven 'til the Chiefs bring home the prize.
Fill my boots up with grass.
Kick a field goal up my ass.
Prop me up beside the goalpost if I die.

Prop me up beside the goalpost if I die
I don't wanna go to heaven 'til the Chiefs bring home the prize.
Fill my boots up with grass.
Kick a field goal up my ass.
Prop me up beside the goalpost if I die.