Jesus Christ, girl What are people gonna think When I show up to one of several funerals I've attended the grandpa this week With you, with me But someone's gotta help me there Someone's gotta help me there Jesus Christ, girl New housing belongs overseas Since I was pickin' out an island and a tomb for you At the Hollywood Cemetery Your name's on me We should let this dead guy sleep We should let this dead guy sleep What are people gonna think At the Hollywood Cemetery You came, I think Cause my mama made my cheeks look pink Oh, I'm unsure of so many things We should let this dead guy sleep But someone's gotta help me there Someone's gotta help me there Someone's gotta help me dead