F Bb Eb F I've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles Bb Ebm Eb Shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles Bb Eb F I've caused some great concern and told one too many lies Bb F And now I see the world through these sad, old, jaded eyes Bb Eb So what if I threw a party and all my friends were there? Bb F Acquaintances, relatives, the girls who never cared Bb Eb You'll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a big line out the door F Side by side with Sister Barbara, Chief Wells and Bobby 'Orr Bb I'd invite the Flannigans Eb Replace the window you smashed out Bb F I'd apologize the Sluggo for pissing on his couch Bb Eb I'll see Mrs. McAuliffe and so many others soon F Then I'll say I'm sorry for what I did sleepwalking in her room Bb Eb So what if I threw a party and invited Mayor Menino? Bb He'd tell you to get a permit F Well this time Tom I don't think so Bb It's a neighborhood reunion Eb But now we'd get along F Van Morrison would be there and he'd sing me one last song Bb Eb With a backup band of bass players to keep us up all night Bb Three handsome four string troubadours F And Newton's own Fat Mike Bb Eb I'll be in the can having a smoke with Garv and Johnny Fitz F But there's a back up in the bathroom F Cause the Badger's got the shits Chorus: Bb Eb You may bury me with an enemy in Mount Calvary Bb F You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey Bb Eb Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile F I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style Bb Eb You can take my urn to Fenway spread my ashes all about Bb Or you can bring me down to Wolly Beach F And dump the sucker out Bb Eb Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while F I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style Bb Make me up dress me up Eb Feed me a big old shot Bb Of embalming fluid highballs F So I don't start to rot Bb Now take me to McGreevy's Eb I wanna buy one final round F That cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket F Then hurry up and suck 'em down Bb If there's a god the girls you loved Eb Will all come walking through the door Bb F Maybe they'll feeld bad for me and this stiff will finally score Bb You've got the bed already Eb And the nerve and courage too F Cause I've be slugging from F A stash of Desi Queally's 1980s F Bathtub brew Repeat Chorus-- Spread my ashes all about Dump the sucker out Toast me for a while I'm going out in style