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 bodyYou'll miss me with effigies
Lighting up your house like X'mas trees
As tears roll down below your knees
You'll miss me with effigiesGo 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 shoesYou'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 aboveYour 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 walksYou'll miss me so
You will miss me
It must be raining 'cause a man ain't supposed to cry
But I look up and I don't see a cloud