Song Lyrics

"The Lament Of Desmond R G Underwood Frederick IV"

by Steve Taylor
Album: Squint

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" it tends to take 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 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 key 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...

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,
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.


Comments / Requests
Album Artwork
Other Useful Links: