Bring Flowers

There's lots to be said

For the guy who's not dead,

For the guy who's still breathing the air.

Don't wait for his wake,

But let's bake him a cake

While he's still here to eat up his share.

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Bring flowers, bring flowers,

Not lilies, but roses in showers,

Bring lilacs and daisies and daffodils sweet

For the guy who is still on his feet.

We'll all shed a tear,

And moan in our beer

For our buddy when's he's been laid out.

Let's give him a cheer

While he is still here

To hear what we're cheering about.

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The way people die

In the wink of an eye

From every conceivable cause,

When a fellow is found

Who is still above ground,

He deserves our sincerest applause.

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Then here's to the lad,

Be he good, be he bad,

Who batters our ears with his jive;

We'll drink him a cup

When his number is up,

But we like him much better alive.

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