The autopsy began after the final farewell show
After yet another empty room
The singer stormed off home
Had there really been no worth to what they'd done?
Well then the cornet player whispered in the ear of the trombone
He said:
"Remember when we started playing shows with Al Cabal?
We'd get a decent turnout at that place at the canal
And the crowd was always gathered by that man
Wanna almost seem to force them into giving us a hand"
Then the snoozing young basoonist felt his ear begin to twitch
He said:
"You know what happened to that guy, they found him in a ditch"
For they were the fave, they were the fave, they were the favourite band of a dead man
Yeah, they were the fave, they were the fave, they were the favourite band of a dead man
Now the trumpet stood before them all to share what he had heard
Apparently he lived a life completely without care
And he'd consume his drink with such alarming zeal
And he smoked a pack of cigarettes along with every meal
The dancer said by twenty-five his heart began to fail
The fiddler could confirm his daily habit of cocaine
"Oh, his chest pain was so common" said the bass
Well that he always had to carry aspirin with him just in case
And then the blues harp, Curtis, smiled and solemnly said that his often quoted bottle 'was correct me when I'm dead'
For they were the fave, they were the fave, they were the favourite band of a dead man
Yeah, they were the fave, they were the fave, they were the favourite band of a dead man
The drummer could recall that he'd got worst towards the end
They had all tried to stop him from his mother to his friends
Oh, and he got the final warning from the doc
He said:
"I think you've got me wrong, I wasn't trying to beat the clock"
That night, well when our show bowed out where to he slips away
He just scuppered out into the night they found him the next day
The band all sat in silence until the later on the bus
When the writers said:
"How did this man identify with us?"
The accordion played a broken chord and spoke
He said:
"I don't know, maybe it was something that we wrote"
At the station as they said their last goodbyes and parted ways
There was a feeling that the years together hadn't been a waste
For they were the fave, they were the fave, they werethe favourite band of a dead man
Yeah. they were the fave, they were the fave, they were the favourite band of a dead man
Yeah. they were the fave, they were the fave, they were the favourite band, band, band of a dead man
Yeah, they were the fave, they were the fave, they were the favourite band, band, band of a dead man