Aging Mr. Riley

Aging Mr. Riley, laying on the sofa bed Nursing a headache, wishing that he were dead Or better yet Sitting in the stands, watching all the horses race Grand in his hand, a million more in the bank He's ordering a drink He watches the race with a smile on his face He knows what's going down on the ground Well a win is a win even if it's a sin He takes his winnings down to the underground Riley's pushing sixty, always pushing me around We're fixing races within a hundred miles of town We were winning but he's putting me down So I hatched myself a plan, to steal all Riley's money Leave him in a ditch, fly off somewhere sunny and warm Well I wish I was warned I shot for his heart but I hit him in the shoulder He shot back and he shot a little closer (Oh yeah he hit the mark) He left me die and flew to Shanghai Took my winnings down to the underground Well the hurt done come this time for real Now I'm crying like a baby and dying like a heel When the cops come found me laying on the ground Ol' Mr. Riley was never found If I make it through the pearly gates I hope heaven has got a horse race