Going Out In Style lyrics

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