I was not supposed to lose a friend or cling to a woman

What shouldn't happen happens, and it happens quite often

You meet a stranger here once, and you meet them someother time there

You change your style completelyon the very day that you do not care


So it's gonna be farewell my lovely

I've no idea where the hell I'm gonna be

So it's gonna be Blues and Booze in the morning

And if I'm lucky, maybe, Fine cut skirts and distant teasing


Some day they'll find my body, black and blue in the West Coast Kelp

I've tried to sleep more often but even brandy doesn't help

And I'm dead dead you'll be the one to mourn for me

You'll empty the freezer and throw my ashes back into the sea.