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 buried 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