Lyrics

Bochepus come and sit on my knee I was so skinny well you don't take after me Some stories are true But most of them's false And this is ol' Hanks last waltz In the morning they might find me dead I've got nothing left, it's all been said The angel of death is coming to dance And this is ol' Hanks last chance When they bury me just watch them arrive I can pack them in boys dead or alive I don't need a pulse, I don't need a band And this is ol' Hanks last stand