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. McCauliffe
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 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
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 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
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
Spread all my ashes about
Dump the sucker out
Toast me for a while
I'm going out in style