Dropkick Murphys – 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 the 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

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 sing 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 own Fat Mike

I’ll be in the can having a smoke with Garv and Johnny Fitz

But there’s a back up in the bathroom

Cause the Badger’s 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 – 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

That 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 feeld bad for me and this stiff will finally score

You’ve got the bed already

And the nerve and courage too

Cause I’ve be slugging from

A stash of Desi Queally’s 1980s

Bathtub brew

Repeat Chorus–

Spread my ashes all about

Dump the sucker out

Toast me for a while

I’m going out in style