Farley

The first time I saw him He was sweeter than shit Plaid jacket and belt too tight He wasn't even doing a bit Then he cartwheeled around the room And slow danced with the cleaning lady He was a one man party You know who I'm talking about I'm talking about my friend Chris Farley On a Saturday night my man Would always deliver Whether he was the bumblebee girl Or living in a van down by the river He loved the Bears and did the dance At Chippendales with Swayze When they replaced his coffee with Folgers He went fuckin' crazy The sexiest gap girl And Meatloaf in the band Without him there'd be no lunch lady In lunch lady land Oh, you know who I'm thinking about I'm thinking about my boy Chris Farley After a show he'd drink a quarter Jack Daniels And stick the bottle right up his ass But, hangover as hell That catholic boy Always show up to morning mass We tell him "Slow down, you'll end up like Belushi and Candy" He said "Those guys are my heroes, that's all fine and dandy" I ain't making that shit up That's the truth about my boy Chris Farley I saw him in the office crying with his headphones on Listening to a KC And The Sunshine Band song I said "Buddy, how the hell is that making you so sad" Then he laughed and said "Just thinkin' about my dad" The last big hang we had was at Timmy Meadows's wedding party We laughed our balls off all nightlong, all because of Farley But a few months later The party came to an end We flew out to Madison To bury our friend Nothing was harder Than saying goodbye Except watching Chris's father Have his turn to cry Hey buddy, life's moved on But you still bring us so much joy Make my kids laugh with your Youtube clips or Tommy Boy And when they ask me Who's the funniest guy I ever knew I tell them hands down Without a doubt it's you Yeah, I miss hanging out Watching you trying to get laid But most of all I miss Watching you fuck with Spade Well, it ended like you wanted But I wish you were still here with me And we would get on a plain To go shoot Grown Ups 3 Yeah, life ain't the same without you boy And that's why I'm singing about I'm singing about my friend Chris Farley And if you make enough noise Maybe he'll hear us Give it up for the great Chris Farley