by William Fuller and Spence Kimball
I was a good little tyke, Made my parents so proud
A fount of kind words And good deeds
Growin’ up I stood tall, Was admired by all
Till that sad tragic New Year’s Eve
Happy New Year dear Molly My sweet little flower
You said I’d wake up In heaven one day
How could I have known it come sooner than later
When O’Malley’s hurley took me away
Chorus:
I guess you were right ‘bout my afterlife
So don’t you be so grief stricken
Got a bad hangover here by the pearly gates
Don’t know if it’s the likka or the likken
Yah ta dee, yah ta doe, yah tah dee, aye -
Yah ta dee dee doe die dee doe die
On that night I decided
To go into town
Have a shot and
Maybe a beer
Since you were away I’d celebrate
With some folks
Having new year’s cheer
But one led to two and two led to three
And eight led me right to her door
Where I knocked and yelled, scared her half to death
So she called up O’Malley to settle that score
I guess you were right ‘bout my afterlife
So don’t you be so grief stricken
Got a bad hangover here by the pearly gates
Don’t know if it’s the likka or the likken
Yah ta dee, yah ta doe, yah tah dee, aye
Yah ta dee dee doe die dee doe die
May you never have a hangover in heaven
@potentialspam Feb 2022
Really enjoyed the mandolin work on this one, and the sort of rambling shambling vocals. Sounded like something you'd hear at a raucous Irish bar. Goes down well with a whiskey neat!