Dropkick Murphys - Going out in style

I've ^Bbseen a lot of sights and ^Ebtraveled many ^Fmiles ^BbShook a thousand hands and se^Ebmen my share of ^Ebsmiles ^BbI've caused some great concern and ^Ebtold one too many ^Flies ^BbAnd now I see the world through these ^Fsad, old, jaded eyes

^BbSo what if I threw a party and ^Eball my friends were there? ^BbAcquaintances, relatives, t^Fhe girls who never cared ^BbYou'll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a ^Ebbig line out the door ^FSide by side with Sister Barbara, Chief Wells and Bobby 'Orr ^BbI'd invite the Flannigans ^EbReplace the window you smashed out ^BbI'd apologize the Sluggo for ^Fpissing on his couch ^BbI'll see Mrs. McAuliffe and s^Ebo many others soon ^FThen I'll say I'm sorry for what I did sleepwalking in her room

^BbSo what if I threw a party and i^Ebnvited Mayor Menino? ^BbHe'd tell you to get a permit ^FWell this time Tom I don't think so ^BbIt's a neighborhood reunion ^EbBut now we'd get along ^FVan Morrison would be there and he'd sing me one last song ^BbWith a backup band of bass players to ^Ebkeep us up all night ^BbThree handsome four string troubadours ^FAnd Newton's own Fat Mike ^BbI'll be in the can having a smoke with^Eb Garv and Johnny Fitz ^FBut there's a back up in the bathroom ^FCause the Badger's got the shits

^BbYou may bury me with an enemy in ^EbMount Calvary ^BbYou can stack me on a pyre and s^Foak me down with whiskey ^BbRoast me to a blackened crisp and t^Ebhrow me in a pile ^FI could really give a shit - I'm going out in style ^BbYou can take my urn to Fenway ^Ebspread my ashes all about ^BbOr you can bring me down to Wolly Beach ^FAnd dump the sucker out ^BbBurn me to a rotten crisp and ^Ebtoast me for a while ^FI could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

^BbMake me up dress me up ^EbFeed me a big old shot ^BbOf embalming fluid highballs ^FSo I don't start to rot ^BbNow take me to McGreevy's ^EbI wanna buy one final round ^FThat cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket ^FThen hurry up and suck 'em down

^BbIf there's a god the girls you loved ^EbWill all come walking through the door ^BbMaybe they'll feeld bad for me and this ^Fstiff will finally score ^BbYou've got the bed already ^EbAnd the nerve and courage too ^FCause I've be slugging from ^FA stash of Desi Queally's 1980s ^FBathtub brew

^BbYou may bury me with an enemy in ^EbMount Calvary ^BbYou can stack me on a pyre and s^Foak me down with whiskey ^BbRoast me to a blackened crisp and t^Ebhrow me in a pile ^FI could really give a shit - I'm going out in style ^BbYou can take my urn to Fenway ^Ebspread my ashes all about ^BbOr you can bring me down to Wolly Beach ^FAnd dump the sucker out ^BbBurn me to a rotten crisp and ^Ebtoast me for a while ^FI could really give a shit - I'm going out in style