You'll Miss Me — They Might Be Giants

You'll always miss my big old body In its prime and never shoddy, While bloodhounds wait down in the lobby you'll eulogize my big old body

You'll miss me with effigies Lighting up your house like Xmas trees As tears roll down below your knees You'll miss me with effigies

Go find a man to fit my shoes Left one's old and the right one's new And I bought the right one just for you Go find a man to fit my shoes

You'll see my teeth in the stars above Every tree a finger of my glove And every time push comes to shove You'll see my teeth in the stars above

Your money talks but my genius walks Morticians wait with a shovel and a fork As detectives trace my hands with chalk Your money talks but my genius walks

You'll miss me so You will miss me It must be raining because a man ain't supposed to cry But I look up and I don't see a cloud