Going Out in Style

Album: Going Out In Style (2011)
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  • I've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles
    Shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles
    I've caused some great concern and told one too many lies
    And now I see the world through these sad, old, jaded eyes

    So what if I threw a party and all my friends were there?
    Acquaintances, relatives, the girls who never cared
    You'll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a big line out the door
    Side by side with Sister Barbara, Chief Wells and Bobby 'Orr
    I'd invite the Flannigans
    Replace the window you smashed out
    I'd apologize the Sluggo for pissing on his couch
    I'll see Mrs. McAuliffe and so many others soon
    Then I'll say I'm sorry for what I did sleepwalking in her room

    So what if I threw a party and invited Mayor Menino?
    He'd tell you to get a permit
    Well this time Tom I don't think so
    It's a neighborhood reunion
    But now we'd get along
    Van Morrison would be there and he'd sing me one last song
    With a backup band of bass players to keep us up all night
    Three handsome four string troubadours
    And Newton's own Fat Mike
    I'll be in the can having a smoke with Garv and Johnny Fitz
    But there's a back up in the bathroom
    Cause the Badger's got the shits

    You may bury me with an enemy in Mount Calvary
    You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
    Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
    I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

    You can take my urn to Fenway spread my ashes all about
    Or you can bring me down to Wolly Beach
    And dump the sucker out
    Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while
    I could really give a shit, I'm going out in style

    Make me up dress me up
    Feed me a big old shot
    Of embalming fluid highballs
    So I don't start to rot
    Now take me to McGreevy's
    I wanna buy one final round
    That cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket
    Then hurry up and suck 'em down

    If there's a god the girls you loved
    Will all come walking through the door
    Maybe they'll feeld bad for me and this stiff will finally score
    You've got the bed already
    And the nerve and courage too
    Cause I've be slugging from
    A stash of Desi Queally's 1980s
    Bathtub brew

    You may bury me with an enemy in Mount Calvary
    You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
    Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
    I could really give a shit, I'm going out in style

    Spread my ashes all about
    Dump the sucker out
    Toast me for a while
    I'm going out in style Writer/s: ALEXANDER BARR, JAMES PATRICK LYNCH, KENNETH WILLIAM CASEY, MARC JOHN ORRELL, MATHEW KELLY, TIM BRENNAN
    Publisher: SPIRIT TWO SMA
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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