Theyre putting water in the whisky just to keep the boys in line You aint busting up my place like you did last time The drinks are getting weaker with every round they serve The way they keep us sober is getting on my nerves So when Im dead and gone, I want some sugar in my coffin If I goatta go, I want some sugar in my coffin Oh no there aint no Elvis Presley from the waist down Or else I aint learned nothin from T.V Hes shaking like an animal, point that camera where I said We need this white boy going crazy like a hole in the head So when Im dead and gone, I want some sugar in my coffin If I goatta go, I want some sugar in my coffin I want sugar in my coffin, I wanna cut the bitter taste But they hide it in your money and theres cameras everyplace I been living with it just about as long as I can face So if I goatta go... I want some sugar in my coffin I want some sugar in my coffin Well I heard about the seance in the Whitehouse yesterday Has President Lincoln lost his mind? They caught him in the graveyard diggin in the mud Thats the father of our nation with a sickness in his blood So wont you listen to me mister, I want some sugar in my coffin If I really goatta go, I want some sugar in my coffin I want sugar in my coffin, I wanna cut the bitter taste But the Presidents a liar the countrys fallen in disgrace If theyre ever coming clean they ainnt got no time to waste So if I goatta go... I want some sugar in my coffin I want some sugar in my coffin I want some sugar mister...I want some sugar mister... I want some sugar in my coffin
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