Ham on Rye

Ham on Rye 

Henry Chinaski lays on his death bed  

His body is wrecked and his face it is red 

He beckons me over, his last words to hear 

And old whiskey fumes he breathes in my ear 

Lost teeth and tomorrow, I have no regrets 

I've bedded some beauties and bedded some gets 

I lost all me money on three legged nags 

And all my old shit fits in three plastic bags. 

Now, listen me lad, and listen you well 

For now is the hour, the toll of the bell, 

For when I am gone, and when I am dead. 

These are the words that the old barfly said. 

Ham on rye, ham on rye  

Life is shit and then you die 

You gotta laugh or else you'd cry 

Life is ham on rye 

Henry Chinaski laid on his death bed 

His body was wrecked and his face it was red 

He lost all his money on three legged nags 

And all his old shit fits in three plastic bags.