Jesus Christ, girl What are people gonna think? When I show up to one of several funerals I've attended for Grandpa this week With you, with me But someone's gotta help me dig Someone's gotta help me dig ♪ Jesus Christ, girl It hasn't been long, so it seems Since I was picking out an island and a tomb for you At the Hollywood Cemetery You kiss on me But we should let this dead guy sleep We should let this dead guy sleep ♪ Jesus Christ, girl I laid up for hours in a daze Retracing the expanse of your American back With Adderall and weed in my veins You came, I think 'Cause the marble made my cheeks look pink But I'm unsure of so many things ♪ Someone's gotta help me dig Someone's gotta help me dig Someone's gotta help me dig