Jerry’s Dead

Jerry's dead

Jerry's dead

Jerry's dead

The night he met his maker

Someone called the undertaker

Was he Jewish or a Quaker?

Fuck, he never said

Jerry's dead

Jerry's dead

Oh

Everybody chill

At least he wasn't killed

Unless one of you bitches did the job

I gotta flee the scene

The finger points at me

Because me dad was made and he was married to the mob

Jerry's dead

Jerry's dead

Oh

Ay, Dios mío

Now Jerry is a ghost

Can someone light the candles and the sage?

Saint Peter, can you hear?

Please give that man a beer

And let that boozy Mary through the shiny pearly gates

Jerry's dead

Jerry's dead

Jerry's dead

Oh, oh

Jerry's dead, our dear old friend is dead

Let us have a moment of remembrance for our dear friend Jerry

Amen

Jerry loved life

Amen

Jerry loved— How you say in English? La gente

Amen

Jerry loved martinis

Amen

He gifted our reality

With homosexuality

What is that smell?

Oh, shit

Is that shit?

Look at all this shit

Who's gonna clean this shit?

It's running down his legs into the hall

And when the medics come

The shit will follow them

And drip out from the gurney onto all the Persian rugs

Jerry's dead

Jerry's dead

Jerry's dead

He should have worn a diaper

Jerry really paid the piper

Wish that drunken sailor paid his fucking tab instead

Jerry's dead