Dropkick Murphys, Chris Cheney, Lenny Clarke , Fat Mike - Going Out in Style lyrics

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 to 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
Sang 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 backup in the bathroom
Cause The Badger's got the shit's

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 couldn't 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 couldn't 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 feel bad for me and
This stiff will finally score
You've got the bed already
And nerve and courage too
Cause i've been slugging from a stash
Of desi queally's 1980s bathtub brew

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 couldn't 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 couldn't really give a shit
I'm going out in style

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 couldn't 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 couldn't really give a shit
I'm going out in style
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 couldn't 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 couldn't really give a shit
I'm going out in style
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 couldn't 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 couldn't really give a shit
I'm going out in style

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