The funerals I went to last year Didn't measure up to yours Old guys just don't draw your type of crowd And the chicks we used to see you with Were always to the 9s We all dressed to kill to see you dead Come on guys, let's go home I don't feel secure in thinkin' That the way we'll deal with this Is with another round of drinkin' And everybody cried when he said "drink takes a man" 'Cause I'm afraid in our own way, we'll prove him right again