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

Notes

The 1985 demo version:

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 kill me with the way you talk
Morticians wait with a shovel and a fork
When I remain sitting on this fence
My mind a blur of common sense

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
No one to blame, and it's not my fault
As detectives trace my hands with chalk
Your money talks but my genius walks

You'll miss me so
You'll miss me
You'll miss me, but I'm already dead
It must be raining because a man ain't supposed to cry
But I look up and I don't see a cloud
It must be raining because a man ain't supposed to cry
But I look up and I don't see a cloud
Anywhere

The Frank O'Toole demo version:

You'll always miss my big old body
In its prime and never shoddy,
As 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 kill me with the way you talk
Morticians wait with a shovel and a fork
But I'll remain sitting on this fence
My mind a blur of common sense

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
No one to blame, and it's not my fault
As detectives trace my hands with chalk
Your money talks but my genius walks

You'll miss me so
You will miss me so
You will miss me so
You'll 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
It must be raining because a man ain't supposed to cry
But I look up and I don't see a cloud