I’m getting buried in the morning.

I’m getting buried in the morning.

Ding,dong the bells will surely rhyme.
I am in no hurry
So do not make a flurry
And do not let me get there  on time.

I'm get buried in the morning
I'm puzzled as I am not yet truly dead.
There must be an error,
But never mind the terror.
I am thinking of those books I've never read
Put them in my coffin
And please stop that sinful laughing...
I'd like to die r  beside you in bed.

I'm getting buried in the morning...
We had to book it ten years in advance.
We are running out of space
For the human race..
But why don't we make love again,just once?

 
If the exertion kills me
It will surely thrill me
And I'm sorry I am so unfit to  sing and dance.
You may die as well..
There's no way to foretell.
But  why not take this very last chance?