Lyrics:

Ive Seen A Lot Of Sights And Traveled Many Miles
shook A Thousand Hands And Seen My Share Of Smiles
ive 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
youll Have A Host Of Rowdy Hooligans In A Big Line Out The Door
side By Side With Sister Barbara, Chief Wells And Bobby orr
id Invite The Flannigans
replace The Window You Smashed Out
id Apologize The Sluggo For Pissing On His Couch
ill See Mrs. Mcauliffe And So Many Others Soon
then Ill Say Im Sorry For What I Did Sleepwalking In Her Room

so What If I Threw A Party And Invited Mayor Menino
hed Tell You To Get A Permit
well This Time Tom I Dont Think So
its A Neighborhood Reunion
but Now Wed Get Along
van Morrison Would Be There And Hed Sing Me One Last Song
with A Backup Band Of Bass Players To Keep Us Up All Night
three Handsome Four String Troubadours
and Newtons Own Fat Mike
ill Be In The Can Having A Smoke With Garv And Johnny Fitz
but Theres A Back Up In The Bathroom
cause The Badgers Got The Shits

chorus
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 - Im 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 - Im Going Out In Style

make Me Up Dress Me Up
feed Me A Big Old Shot
of Embalming Fluid Highballs
so I Dont Start To Rot
now Take Me To Mcgreevys
i Wanna Buy One Final Round
that Cheap Prick Would Peel An Orange In His Pocket
then Hurry Up And Suck em Down

if Theres A God The Girls You Loved
will All Come Walking Through The Door
maybe Theyll Feeld Bad For Me And This Stiff Will Finally Score
youve Got The Bed Already
and The Nerve And Courage Too
cause Ive Be Slugging From
a Stash Of Desi Queallys 1980s
bathtub Brew

repeat Chorus--

spread My Ashes All About
dump The Sucker Out
toast Me For A While
im Going Out In Style