Take my heart,

Take my liver and spleen,

And everything in-between.

Take my lung,

Take my other lung,

I b'lieve you can even have my tongue, ‘cause

I’m an organ donor,

That’s what the little card said. . .

When I die, don't cry, don’t say good-bye,

Take my insides instead.

Old Saint Pete won’t sweep me down the flue

If I’m missing a valve or two,

And this husk that I leave behind—

Not much more use than an onion rind, so

I’m an organ donor,

That’s what the little card said. . .

When I die, don't cry, don’t say good-bye,

Take my insides instead.

Now, it’s a comfort to know that I won’t be alone

If I should ever come to harm:

A hundred folks or so, wanting blood and bone,

Are lining up in case I buy the farm.

What excuse could you ever give

For not helping someone to live?

So be kind to what you’ve got inside

So you can be recycled when you’ve died. . .

You’ll be an organ donor,

Then proudly you will say:

When I die, don't cry, don’t say good-bye,

Give my insides away.

 

Yeah, I’m an organ donor,

That’s what the little card said. . .

When I die, don't cry, don’t say good-bye,

Take my insides instead.