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I've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles
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Shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles
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I've caused some great concern and told one too many lies
BbF
And now I see the world through these sad, old, jaded eyes
BbEb
So what if I threw a party and all my friends were there?
BbF
Acquaintances, relatives, the girls who never cared
BbEb
You'll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a big line out the door
F
Side by side with Sister Barbara, Chief Wells and Bobby 'Orr
Bb
I'd invite the Flannigans
Eb
Replace the window you smashed out
BbF
I'd apologize the Sluggo for pissing on his couch
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I'll see Mrs. McAuliffe and so many others soon
F
Then I'll say I'm sorry for what I did sleepwalking in her room
BbEb
So what if I threw a party and invited Mayor Menino?
Bb
He'd tell you to get a permit
F
Well this time Tom I don't think so
Bb
It's a neighborhood reunion
Eb
But now we'd get along
F
Van Morrison would be there and he'd sing me one last song
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With a backup band of bass players to keep us up all night
Bb
Three handsome four string troubadours
F
And Newton's own Fat Mike
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I'll be in the can having a smoke with Garv and Johnny Fitz
F
But there's a back up in the bathroom
F
Cause the Badger's got the shits
Chorus:
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You may bury me with an enemy in Mount Calvary
BbF
You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
BbEb
Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
F
I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style
BbEb
You can take my urn to Fenway spread my ashes all about
Bb
Or you can bring me down to Wolly Beach
F
And dump the sucker out
BbEb
Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while
F
I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style
Bb
Make me up dress me up
Eb
Feed me a big old shot
Bb
Of embalming fluid highballs
F
So I don't start to rot
Bb
Now take me to McGreevy's
Eb
I wanna buy one final round
F
That cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket
F
Then hurry up and suck 'em down
Bb
If there's a god the girls you loved
Eb
Will all come walking through the door
BbF
Maybe they'll feeld bad for me and this stiff will finally score
Bb
You've got the bed already
Eb
And the nerve and courage too
F
Cause I've be slugging from
F
A stash of Desi Queally's 1980s
F
Bathtub brew
Repeat Chorus--
Spread my ashes all about
Dump the sucker out
Toast me for a while
I'm going out in style