When The Time Comes
by Boffo Yux Dudes

When the Time comes
it comes for us all
Whether you worked to the bone
Or just had a ball
When the time comes
You don't have a choice
You drive out in a hearse
Not in a Rolls Royce.

Chorus:
So when my time comes I want you to blow me off the map
Load me up with dynamite and lots of blasting caps
I want a Viking Funeral for the 21st Century
Spread my atoms through the air from sea to shining sea

I waited for my train
But it never arrived
And then Mr. Grim Reaper
He took me aside
He stared at me coldly
and he told me to pack
for that last, long, lonely trip
Let’s hit the road, Jack

Chorus:
So when my time comes I want you to shoot me full of holes
Or throw me in a pen with loads of rabid, angry voles
If I can’t make a mark before my final breath
At least I’ll make a stain to commemorate my death

Eventually
We all have to go.
There’s limited choices
At the end of the show
You can face it up front,
or you can drown it in gin.
Fight all you want
You can never win.

Chorus:
So when my time comes I want you to shoot me through the sky
Strap me to a rocket so that I can finally fly
And if I sound plain crazy, well, at least you all can see
I ain’t no selfish prick who’ll blow up anyone but me

So when my time comes I want you to blow me off the map
Load me up with dynamite and lots of blasting caps
And if I sound plain crazy, well, at least you all can see
I ain’t no selfish prick who’ll blow up anyone but me