[Verse 1]
The kids are in town for a funeral
So pack the car and dry your eyes
I know they got plenty of young blood left in ’em
And plenty nights under pink skies
You taught ’em to enjoy

[Chorus]
If you could see ’em now, you’d be proud
But you’d think they’s yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet God heard you coming

Album: The Great American Bar Scene (2024)