Ah, the news of my impending death came at a really bad time for me
Yeah, the news of my impending death any other day, might have been okay
I was starting to track with my inner guide
I was getting in touch with my feminine side
But when the doctor starts whistling 'Happy Trails'
Tends to knock a bit of wind out of the old sails
Desi Ray, if I may be so blunt
Galahad, bag your agnostic front
Underwood, hire a good undertaker
Freddie, get ready to meet your maker
Ah, the news of my impending death came at a really bad time for me
I was far too young to depreciate when they read me my expiration date
I'd built Iron Man stalls in the northern wild
I'd played cabbage patch dolls with my inner child
Now I'm getting sealed bids for a granite vault
And I'm pretty sure this is my parents' fault
Desi Ray, if I may be so blunt
Galahad, bag your agnostic front
Underwood, hire a good undertaker
Freddie, get ready to meet your maker
Ah, the news of my impending death came at a really bad time for me
When they cancel your breathing policy, tends to steal a bit of the old
'joie de vivre'
I'd just found the lost keys to my mythic life
So I bravely shook free of my kids and wife
I had seminars booked as a second career
Until a still, small voice screamed loud and clear
Written by Steve Taylor © 1993 Warner Alliance Music/Solyent Tunes ASCAP
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