Song Lyrics
roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about, but there s a backup in the bathroom cause the badger s got the shits
Chief wells and bobby orr, you ve got the bed already Going, then i ll say i m sorry for what i did sleepwalking in her room
Three handsome four string troubadours and newton s old fat mike, three handsome four string troubadours and newton s old fat mike out, i d invite the flannigans
chief wells and bobby orr
You may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary, and nerve and courage too, chief wells and bobby orr
Cause i ve been slugging from a stash of desi queally s 1980s bathtub brew, if there s a god the girls you loved will all come walking through the door
Side by side with sister barbara, i could really give a shit i m going out in style
Cause i ve been slugging from a stash of desi queally s 1980s bathtub brew, but there s a backup in the bathroom cause the badger s got the shits Murphys, what cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket
acquaintances
you ve got the bed already
i ll see mrs
Side by side with sister barbara, i could really give a shit i m going out in style
Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile, then i ll say i m sorry for what i did sleepwalking in her room
but there s a backup in the bathroom cause the badger s got the shits
you can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
i ve caused some great concern and told one too many lies
Maybe they ll feel bad for me and this stiff will finally score, side by side with sister barbara
And nerve and courage too, i ll be in the can having a smoke with garv and johnny fitz, if there s a god the girls you loved will all come walking through the door
But now we d get along, so what if i threw a party and all my friends were there
what cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket
Of embalming fluid highballs so i don t start to rot, i ll see mrs, burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while
then hurry up and suck em down
I d apologize to sluggo for pissing on his couch, it s a neighborhood reunion
Feed me a big old shot, i ve caused some great concern and told one too many lies
shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles
You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about, i could really give a shit i m going out in style
Cause i ve been slugging from a stash of desi queally s 1980s bathtub brew, van morrison would be there and he d sang me one last song
With a backup band of bass players to keep us up all night, and now i see the world through these sad
Then hurry up and suck em down, he d tell you to get a permit, burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while
i ll be in the can having a smoke with garv and johnny fitz
You can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about, but there s a backup in the bathroom cause the badger s got the shits
three handsome four string troubadours and newton s old fat mike
you can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey