My friends, they all have gathered And everyone's polite And I wonder if my cousin is dressed in white I can hear somebody's talking I can hear somebody cries 'Guess it's natural When somebody dies Welcome to my funeral Come on in and have no fear I'm just lying here. You can bring me flowers Though I prefer red wine. And choir just sung "Sweet Child of Mine" I can see them smiling sadly I can see my drinking guys. 'Guess it's natural When one of them finally dies. Welcome to my funeral Come on in and have no fear I'm just lying here.