The Boys In the Backroom

See what the boys in the backroom will have,

And tell them I'm having the same.

Go see what the boys in the backroom will have,

And give them the poison they name.

And when I die, don't spend my money

On flowers and my picture in a frame.

Just see what the boys in the backroom will have,

And tell them I sighed,

And tell them I cried,

And tell them I died of the same.

And when I die, don't buy a casket

Of silver with the candles all aflame

Just see what the boys in the backroom will have,

And tell them I sighed,

And tell them I cried,

And tell them I died of the same.

And when I die, don't pay the preacher

For speaking of my glory and my fame

Just see what the boys in the backroom will have,

And tell them I sighed,

And tell them I cried,

And tell them I died of the same