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Lyrics to Bury Me In My Shades :

In a pad with no heat, up on Sullivan Street,

The last of the hipsters lay dyin'.

Wearin' his shades, so like no one could tell

Like whether or not he was cryin'.

All the junkies and loners

An' coffee shop owners

Were all gathered 'round his bed.

He took one last puff

Of some imported stuff

And this are the last words he said.

He said, "Send my sandals home to Mom,

Hang my T-shirt away.

Burn my guitar

In Washington Squar',

'Cause I never learned how to play.

Give my pad

To some needy lad

And tell him the rent is all paid.

Keep my cash,

An' my stash,

An' my hash,

But bury me in my shades.

Bury me in my shades, boys,

Bury me in my shades.

Burn my guitar

In Washington Squar',

But bury me in my shades."

He said, "Give my Brooklyn chicks away

To anyone who needs 'em.

Give all of my poems away

To anyone who'll read 'em.

Dig me a grave 'neath the coffeeshop,

And let a sad folksong be played.

Get everyone high

On the moment I die,

Bury me in my shades.

Bury me in my shades, boys,

Bury me in my shades.

Burn my guitar

In Washington Squar',

But bury me in my shades."

We threw his sandals out in the hall,

We left his T-shirt lay.

We sold his guitar

At the corner bar

To someone who knew how to play.

We smoked all his stash,

And spent all his cash,

And threw all his poems away.

And Bob got his records,

And Ed got his books,

And I got the poor beatnik shades.

"Bury me in my shades, boys," he said,

"Bury me in my shades.

Burn my guitar

In Washington Squar',

But bury me in my shades."