Going Out In Style

	  		
     Bb                       Eb            F 
I've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles 
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Shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles 
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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 

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So what if I threw a party and all my friends were there? 
Bb                         F 
Acquaintances, relatives, the girls who never cared 
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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 
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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 
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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 
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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 



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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 
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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 
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You can take my urn to Fenway spread my ashes all about 
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Or you can bring me down to Wolly Beach 
F 
And dump the sucker out 
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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 
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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 
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A stash of Desi Queally's 1980s 
F 
Bathtub brew 

 Chorus

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