Going Out In Style

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 to 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
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 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 sang 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 old Fat Mike
 I'll be in the can having a smoke with Garv and Johnny Fitz
 But there's a backup 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
 What cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket
 Then hurry up and suck 'em down!
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 If there's a god the girls you loved will all come walking through the door
 Maybe they'll feel bad for me and this stiff will finally score
 You've got the bed already and the nerve and courage too
 'Cause I've been 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
 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
 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
 Bury me with an enemy in Mount Calvary
 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
 Take my urn to Fenway, spread my ashes all about
 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
 Bury me with an enemy in mount calvary
 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 all my ashes about
 Dump the sucker out
 Toast me for a while
 I'm going out in style