And when I dieR. PanufnikAnd when I die,Don't bury me at all,Just pickle my toes in alcohol.With a bottle of boozeAt my head and my feet,And then I know my toes will keep.
← LibraryR. Panufnik · songAnd when I dieSong 2 of 5lyrics: VolksliederAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongAnd when I dielyrics: VolksliederAndˈændwhenwˈɛnIˈaɪdiedˈaɪ,Dondˈɒn'tburybˈɛɹimemˈiːatˈætallˈɔːl,Justdʒˈʌstpicklepˈɪkəlmymˈaɪtoestˈəʊzinˈɪnalcoholˈælkəhˌɒl.Withwˈɪðaeɪ̯bottlebˈɒtəlofˈɒvboozebˈuːzAtˈætmymˈaɪheadhˈɛdandˈændmymˈaɪfeetfˈiːt,AndˈændthenðˈɛnIˈaɪknownˈəʊmymˈaɪtoestˈəʊzwillwˈɪlkeepkˈiːp.