There is one thing certain in this life;
If you breathe, one day you will die.
With any luck they'll show up in a line

Making sure that your memory is soaked in wine.

It's a great man's funeral;

His passing is one bittersweet parade.

I do believe you're gone before your time

And that my days in your sunshine were kind
And the education gained along the way
Was good as gold and all its accolades.


It's a great man's funeral;
His passing is one bittersweet parade.

Somewhere on this great timeline
I'm confident they'll call this a Golden Day.


I'm a better man for bleeding almost dry
And my bag of bones is a medal of that pride.
I can't believe we lived to tell how we survived

(Beause it seems to me) we starved 40 days and nights.

It's a great man's funeral;

His passing is one bittersweet parade.
Somewhere on this great timeline
I'm confident they'll call this a Golden Day.


If there was ever one thing certain in this life,
It is: If you breathe, one day you will die.

But look at them, standing in a line,
Making sure that your memory is soaked in wine.


It's a great man's funeral;
His passing is one bittersweet parade.
Somewhere on this great timeline

I'm confident they'll call this a Golden Day.

It's a great man's funeral;

His passing is one bittersweet parade
And the simple fact I knew him when
Will long and always be my claim to fame.