There's a black tow truck with his headlights on
And there's a slow procession across the graveyard lawn
Hooked to the back, a Coupe DeVille
With a real cool cat sitting at the wheel
The obituaries in the papers say
That he up and went and rocked his life away
His last request was, rock don't cry
I want a rockabilly funeral when I die
A rockabilly singer getting burried in his car
That's my one and only rock'n'rollin' heart's desire
With the back seat covered in the records I made
And that old Telecaster that I always played
Cadillac's pointed towards Memphis T.
Where the King made rockabilly history
Well, I'll be rocking up to heaven on my 4-6 plies
I want a rockabilly funeral when I die
Put a lot of echo on the preacher's mike
When he tells them that my memory's rocking on
Be sure you get to shaking when he starts to shout
That cat is really-really-really gone!
I want a rockabilly funeral when I die
I want a rockabilly funeral when I die
I want a rockabilly funeral when I die
I want a rockabilly funeral when I die

So, put a lot of echo on the preacher's mike
When he tells them that my memory's rocking on
Be sure you get to shaking when he starts to shout
That cat is really-really-really gone!
I want a rockabilly funeral when I die
A rockabilly funeral when I die
Oh, rockabilly funeral when I die
A rockabilly funeral when I die
Let's rock!

I want a rockabilly funeral when I die
I wanna go to the brylcreamatorium
I want a Wurlitzer jukebox for my tombstone
I want to be rocking in the ground, ah
Ah-ha I want to rock, I want to rock
Rock, I want a rock 'n' roll funeral
I want to rock, I want to kiss
I want to rock, rock-rock-rock-rock