Youll always miss my big old body In it's prime and never shoddy, While bloodhounds wait down in the lobby you'll eulogize my big old body
Youll miss me with effigies Lighting up your house like xmas trees As tears roll down below your knees Youll miss me with effigies
Go find a man to fit my shoes Left ones old and the right ones new And I bought the right one just for you Go find a man to fit my shoes
Youll see my teeth in the stars above Every tree a finger of my glove And every time push comes to shove Youll see my teeth in the stars above
Your money talks but my genius walks Morticians wait with a shovel and a fork As detectives trace my hands with chalk Your money talks but my genius walks
Youll miss me so You will miss me It must be raining because a man aint supposed to cry But I look up and I don't see a cloud