[Verse] Now that I'm dead I want you all to know I haunt the grand piano where my fingers used to go The keys still echo laughter though the halls are full of dust I wrote for satire's glory not for fame or folks to trust [Prechorus] I never claimed perfection no halo on my head But now I sit composing in the realm of the undead [Chorus] Oh now that I'm dead the jokes are finally free No censors no critics just ghostly repartee I tickle the ivories in the afterlife's glow Now that I'm dead I want you all to know [Verse 2] I float through the theater where I made them laugh and groan I see the front row skeptics now they're skeletons of bone The limericks I whispered still linger in the air I haunt the rhyme and rhythm I am everywhere [Bridge] I wrote of poisoning pigeons and nuclear despair But now I'm singing ditties with the spirits in my lair We trade ironic verses on eternity's black stage The punchlines keep on coming though I’ve turned the final page [Chorus] Oh now that I'm dead the jokes are finally free No rules no limits just ghostly repartee I tangle with the melodies in the afterlife's glow Now that I'm dead I want you all to know
