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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
 [bad word]  
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 [bad word] - 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 [bad word] - 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 [bad word] 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 
stash of Desi Queally's 1980s 
Bathtub brew 

Repeat [bad word] - 

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