The word on the street is you’re getting kind of ill.
You’ve seen a light upon a hill.
That soon you’ll have your fill.
The word on the street is that you’ve not written your will,
but soon you’ll be dead.

And still you keep buying up the town,
throwing money all around,
trying to make your problems drown!
It looks like you’re spending money like a clown,
as if you’ve lost the thread.

Just keep in mind you can’t take it when you go.
It’ll still be here, don’t you know.
It stays on Earth, Devil says so.
It doesn’t matter how much money ’round you throw:
you might as well keep your bread.

What you buy when you die becomes somebody else’s problem.
(Somebody else’s problem, somebody else’s problem, somebody else’s problem)
What you buy when you die becomes somebody else’s problem,
so keep it in mind.

All that stuff that you’ve got becomes someone else’s shit.
You cannot keep it.
It can’t be manumit.
Somebody else will just have to deal with it.
So give them a break.

Just buy less stuff, and make it easier on your heir.
Give them your best care.
It is only fair.
After all, they’ve probably got your hair,
do them this favor, for God’s sake.

Live a modest life, or just give it all away.
Donate it in a day.
Give the poor cache.
If you believe in heaven, in your balance, this will weigh
like a giant cheesecake.

What you buy when you die becomes somebody else’s problem.
(Somebody else’s problem, somebody else’s problem, somebody else’s problem)
What you buy when you die becomes somebody else’s problem,
so keep that in mind!