Lyrics:

There was a gambler and a cleaner and a puppeteer
Only the puppet could explain just what he was
All on a bus we were hoping to pass the time
Plug my piece in, boys, then we can drink the wine
Drink the wine, drink the wine

Well, music, good friends
I'm not dying today
I may be six feet under, full of wonder
I'm not dying today
Dying today, today, today
I'm not dying, mister, today, today

Neil is thrilled he can claim he's mammalian
'But the bad news,' he said, 'Girl, you're a dandelion'
Dandelion
Hey, I need to think about that
Yeah, I thought about that and I said
'What the hell?'
He said, 'Nope, you are Earth bound
Blow them seeds away, maybe one will make a sound'
Make a sound

Well, music, good friends
I'm not dying today
I may be six feet under, full of thunder
I'm not dying today
Dying today, today, today
I'm not dying, mister, today, today

So they got us go
Going and coming
'Cause they make us pay
If we go or stay
Is he praying
That I'll pop my clogs?
If they can't prove I'm crazy
By noon I'll be pushing up them daises
Tomorrow, with their Donut box
They'll say, 'It's sad she's brown bread'
Hey, I got my weapons

Music, good friends
I'm not dying today
I may be six feet under, way down yonder
I'm not dying today
Dying today, today
I'm not dying, sister
Take your paws off my ankle straps and my mister

Dying, frying, rather have a lie-in
I am not blowing that Gabriel's trumpet
I got my own band to play today