You'll always miss my big old body

In its prime and never shoddy,

While bloodhounds wait down in the lobby you'll eulogize my big old body



You'll miss me with effigies

Lighting up your house like Xmas trees

As tears roll down below your knees

You'll miss me with effigies



Go find a man to fit my shoes

Left one's old and the right one's new

And I bought the right one just for you

Go find a man to fit my shoes



You'll see my teeth in the stars above

Every tree a finger of my glove

And every time push comes to shove

You'll see my teeth in the stars above



Your money talks but my genius walks

Morticians wait with a shovel and a fork

As detectives trace my hands with chalk

Your money talks but my genius walks



You'll miss me so

You will miss me

It must be raining because a man ain't supposed to cry

But I look up and I don't see a cloud