From the recording South on East Street

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If I die tomorrow
Dress my corpse in drag
If I'm blown up by that book club
With the Jolly Roger flag
Then build my coffin mobile
Show them how I roll
And if they see the funny side
Then spare their crooked souls

I sailed across the ocean
I flew across the sky
And if I'm not back by winter
Then leave me where I lie
My bones were just like cages
My skin was just a net
And I'll be gone back where I'm from
With only one regret

Don't tell my Mother nothing
She knows I had my fun
No need to tell my father
He knew that I'd die young
Just find my lonely sweetheart
Cure my one regret
Don't tell her to remember me
Just help her to forget.