Lord rolls his eyes,
Knowing what ol'man did.
Died of (prior) consumption, damn pig.
St Pete still sighs,
Reading aloud for eighteen years.

Rank and covered in flies,
Packaged for the big bid.
Big Party in Sheol, Devils cheers.
All for stealing a few Quid.

One for the Journey
One for the lo'Road
One for the O'Gunn
And one for the Nun (Well Hun'!)

One for the defence attorney
One for the Club's Code
One for the Drug Run,
And One for the abode (Laying Low!)

One for the Gurney
One for the Charon (He's the Man-)
One for your last time
And One for Some Fun (Ye'Haw!)

Rank and covered in Misses' thighs,
Packaged meat for his friend (sic) Sick Sid
Big Party in Sheol, with them freaky qu'rs
Buying them a round of Deutschen beers

One for the neverending Night,
One to see the uncharted Sights.
One for all the goodwill,
And None to pay the Bill. (Fuckin' Jerk)