Well, Spit On Me Grave

Shiver me timbers and spit on me grave, I lived me whole life, but I couldn't behave, I drank meself dizzy and chased all the gals, I wanted to love 'em, not have 'em for pals. I walked through the alleys a'beggin' for booze, An' then in the daytime would have me a snooze, Me life was a circus, and I was a clown, I thought I was up, even though I was down. Me days were just minutes with nothin' to do, And then in the even' I knew I was through, With chasin' the women and fightin' the men, But then in the mornin' I'd do it agin'. But now I am ancient, just waitin' to die, I have some ambitions, but don't even try, For no one is lookin' or waitin' for me, I'll be who I am and I'll be who I be. And when I am gone, I will go up above, I'll fly like an eagle, not float like a dove, I'll march into Heaven, the place I should be, And all of the Saints, well they better all flee. For I'm takin' over the streets made of gold, I'm young and I'm healthy; I'm no longer old, So shiver me timbers and spit on me grave, No longer a bum; they will know me as Dave!