I may be just a partying sort of guy,
But that’s the sort of guy I wanna be.
I intend to go down laughing when I die.
I like the ladies, that I won’t deny.
I give them what they want, and they like me
Because I’m such a partying sort of guy.
I make love, sleep, wake up, and then get high.
My days and nights are filled with revelry.
I know I’ll go down laughing when I die.
I wear the finest clothing I can buy
And drive the fastest car you’ve ever seen
To prove I’m quite a partying sort of guy.
I never get depressed, I never cry,
But those who do have all my sympathy.
I’d rather go down laughing when I die.
So why are some committed to the lie
That life is hard? They must love misery.
Myself, I’ll be a partying sort of guy
Until I go down laughing, when I die.
© 1991 by Jack Morris
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