See what the boys in the backroom will have And tell them I´m having the same Go see what the boys in the backroom will have And give them the poison they name
And when I die don´t spend my money On flowers and my picture in a frame
Just see what the boys in the backroom will have And tell them I sighed and tell them I cried And tell them I died of the same
And when I die don´t buy a casket of silver With the candles all aflame
Just see what the boys in the backroom will have And tell them I sighed and tell them I cried And tell them I died of the same
And when I die don´t pay the preacher For speaking of my glory and my fame
Just see what the boys in the backroom will have
And tell them I sighed and tell them I cried And tell them I died of the same