At the Wake of Harold Bentley © 2012 John Dull
Harold married Mary
Whose sister's a beautician.
Who married Freda's brother
Who's an expert politician
Who hid the household variance
That the Owen family had
Under the condition
There were other small provisions
Freda's other brother took the cloth To preach in Gretchen
He's married to a Johnson there
And sometimes it is mentioned
There was a drinking problem oh
They tried to keep it quiet
A Johnson held the center at O'Horley's bar room riot
CHORUS: And anyhow it's been so long
What's it really matter
How all the intricacies now
Are only whims of random chatter
Harold's in the coffin
And we all will sorely miss him
If his body weren't so cold and stiff
I'd reach right down and kiss him
And did you hear the Quigley's son
Is off to college baseball?
Tore the skin right off the ball
Three times he scored the center wall
His buddy Tom went off to war And won't be coming back
Those Pelson's had it tough all right
They also lost their young son, Jack.
But Mary is a doctor
And she helped old Silas River
Had a tumor on his neck
Details would make you shiver
He dated Sheenah Riley
Twas a Scandal there it seems
(Be careful now from who you hear
Just how she dealt with shattered dreams)
Too bad that such a lovely girl would be in such depression
Heard she was in counseling
Met some weirdo in some sessions
And anyhow it's been so long
What's it really matter
How all the intricacies now
Are only terms whims of random chatter
Harold's in the coffin
And we all will sorely miss him
If his body weren't so cold and stiff
I'd reach right down and kiss him
And Bob his son is gay you know
He's living with some fellow
Be happy for them times have changed
They called him prissy-yellow
And Bakers' daughter too you know
Is married to a woman
Times have bloomin' changed they have
Who'd of saw it comin?
Who'd of figured years ago that we'd be standing here
Upon death's door a-ramblin'
Bout a life that seems so dear
Amazing ain't it Charlie
That now we're fat and old
And soon we'll join old Harold
And we'll all be stiff and cold
And anyhow it's been so long
What's it really matter
How all the intricacies now
Are only whims of random chatter
Harold's in the coffin
And we all will sorely miss him
If his body weren't so cold and stiff
I'd reach right down and kiss him
©2012 John Dull