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I Want Rod Stewart at My Funeral

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So, yeah, I’ve known since I was 16 years old and playing LP records on my parents’ old Zenith turntable that I wanted Rod Stewart at my funeral. Well, I want the song Dixie Toot by Rod Stewart (and Ronnie Wood) played at my funeral. Really, really loudly.

Is that weird that I knew back then that I wanted this song played at my funeral? Oh, well. Maybe I’ve been a Celebrant all this time and didn’t realize it until now. (That would explain the career choices that didn’t quite fit.) Because that’s one thing Celebrants do – we help families and friends pick music that meant something to their departed loved ones.

I’m telling whoever gets to celebrate my life (years and years and years from now) that I’d like this song played at my funeral. Really, really, loudly. And I want you to sing along with it, because I know I will be!

I’ve highlighted the lyrics that always stand out to me. This song is such a great reminder to me to go out and have a good time before I die. I tend to be the “nice girl,” so thanks, Rod and Ron, for the nudge to lighten up, loosen up, and play more. I find it interesting that I sensed I needed it way back then. You see how the reminder of death can help us live life more fully?

Tell me – which songs would you like to have played at your funeral, and why? Don’t be shy.

Dixie Toot

Sitting on my back door wondering which way to go
The sun’s shining on my back and it hurts (child)
The FM station plays another bad 45
And it’s been so long since I had a good time
It’s been so long since I had a good time

Never wrecked my head on a bandstand
in the trombone or clarinet line
When I come in heat on Bourbon Street for Mardi Gras
When those for a cryin’ just stay behind in the bar
‘Cause it’s been so long since I had a good time
Yeah it’s been so long since I had a good time

I’m gonna lose control of my powers
I might even lose my trousers
Smash some glass, act like trash if I want
Wear a skirt be a flirt if I want
‘Cause it’s been so long since I had a good time
This prodigal man from Dixieland needs a good time
right now, show me a good time right now

You better take it while you can
You gotta get it while you can

And when the Man Upstairs he calls me
He’ll say “It’s your turn son to come”
Don’t play the blues down in old Toulouse for me
Let sleighbells ring and children sing in the street
And tell all of my friends that I had a good time
Open up the sky won’t you ride me high (I think he sings ” …won’t you ride behind… “)
Let’s have a good time
And if I’m late at heaven’s gate blame a good time
And when the angels sing, I will join in
Let’s have a good time, really

I took my luck, I didn’t give a fuck, I had a good time
Tell all my friends only all my best to have a good time (I think he sings ” …on all my beds… “)

Dixie Toot lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

You can listen to Dixie Toot right here.  Trust me, it’s worth it. And, oh yeah, there’s a swear word in it.

What Will You Build?

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“The things we do outlast our mortality. The things we do are like monuments that people build to honor heroes after they’ve died. They’re like the pyramids that the Egyptians built to honor the pharaohs. Only instead of being made of stone, they’re made out of the memories people have of you.”

― R.J. Palacio, Wonder