Chris Farley Tribute

The first time I saw him

He was sweeter than shit

Plaid jacket and belt too tight

He wasn't even doing a bit

Then he cartwheeled around the room

And slow danced with the cleaning lady

He was a one man party

You know who I'm talking about

I'm talking about my friend Chris Farley

On a Saturday night my man

Would always deliver

Whether he was the bumblebee girl

Or living in a van down by the river

He loved the Bears and did the dance

At Chippendales with Swayze

When they replaced his coffee with Folgers

He went fuckin' crazy

The sexiest gap girl

And Meatloaf in the band

Without him there'd be no lunch lady

In lunch lady land

Oh, you know who I'm thinking about

I'm thinking about my boy Chris Farley

After a show he'd drink a quarter Jack Daniels

And stick the bottle right up his ass

But, hangover as hell

That catholic boy

Always show up to morning mass

We tell him: Slow down, you'll end up like Belushi and Candy

He said: Those guys are my heroes, that's all fine and dandy

I ain't making that shit up

That's the truth about my boy Chris Farley

I saw him in the office crying with his headphones on

Listening to a KC And The Sunshine Band song

I said: Buddy, how the hell is that making you so sad

Then he laughed and said: Just thinkin' about my dad

The last big hang we had was at Timmy Meadows's wedding party

We laughed our balls off all nightlong, all because of Farley

But a few months later the party came to an end

We flew out to Madison to bury our friend

Nothing was harder than saying goodbye

Except watching Chris's father have his turn to cry

Hey buddy, life's moved on but you still bring us so much joy

Make my kids laugh with your YouTube clips or Tommy Boy

And when they ask me who's the funniest guy I ever knew

I tell them hands down without a doubt it's you

Yeah, I miss hanging out watching you trying to get laid

But most of all I miss watching you fuck with Spade

Well, it ended like you wanted but I wish you were still here with me

And we would get on a plain to go shoot

Grown Ups 3

Yeah, life ain't the same without you boy

And that's why I'm singing about

I'm singing about my friend Chris Farley

And if you make enough noise

Maybe he'll hear us

Give it up for the great

Chris Farley