Chris Farley

I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop

Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped

So if you're "just too fucking blind" you know what's what

You're feeling like "blaaagh"

I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop

Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped

So if you're "drunk on Friday night" you know what's what

You're feeling like "bluuugh" you know what's what

I wanna go out like Biggie and 'Pac

No gunfire, I'm talking rum and dry, hit me with shots

Tequila and scotch, I'll wind up on the idiot box

Six o'clock with a grand tucked into my socks

My obituary notice will say that most of my days

Were spent inside a bottle and a toast will be raised

Until conspiracy theories say they know I'm okay

I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave

I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis

Senseless on the toilet pissing on my own pelvis

Helpless, choking on vodka and shellfish

Get found by my girl like "God, you're so selfish"

Well-wishers at my wake saying he'll be well missed

But wait till they're well pissed, they'll wish me to hell with

Everybody that I wanted to party with anyway

Don't care if it's a hundred and ninety degrees centigrade

Like Jim Morrison, I wanna party till my heart stop

Tripping in a bath with a stripper and a glass of

Liquor in my grasp, man I figure that my last of

Days should be crazed, I'm a live it till I'm passed on

If any grief is shed, leave it said

I would remind 'em just how far the dream has led

So when it's time for me, be finally relieved I'm dead

I want to exit how I entered, between some legs

I wanna bender like Hendrix, you blend six liquors with ten drinks

(Ten-four buddy) Well it's like ten-six

(Yo, when it's) Ten sixteen in the morning

My girl will send sixteen messages to me warning

We'll be exes if I don't exit, so exit

The next shit's getting called a sexist at breakfast

So let's get our phones and all set 'em to flight mode

And let the horns fly through the hook and take us right home

Tell me how does it feel...

To be on your own...

On a bender like a Rolling Stone?