Got my gaurden all packed up
I got them tiny lights to put in bushes
When they shine, boy I tell ya,
ain't a brighter night to come by
I packed my chair Sixteen cushions
And them plastic things to keep it clean
Don't want no messy palms or backs
to scuff or tarnish my recliner
Ain't a finer place to sit and watch TV
(I packed that, too)
As you can see, I'm quite prepared
Gotta stop by the store on the way there
and pick up a couple a things;
A carton of cigarettes and maybe another case of beer
I hope there's a mini-mart in heaven