No Closing Chord کے بول

Don't play that closing chord for me, baby baby. I want a wake to wake the dead. Some rolling sounds with drums and rocking bass, And my good comrades dancing...all around the place. Don't play that closing chord for me, baby baby. I want rejoicing when I go. Celebrate my advent and that I've had my day, With a roving melody to...send me on my way. Don't play that closing chord for me, baby baby. Lugubrious is not my style. I favored grins and laghs with loving on the side. So do a Moog type version of "Here Comes the Bride." Don't play that closing chord for me, baby baby. I'll bless the ground from whence I came, I'll make some daisy shine...daisy shine Some grass grow green...grass grow green. And leave a sneaky dandelion to decorate the scene.