Now they're ringin' the last
Won't you kiss my kids on
Please, don't let them cry
I guess the brothers are driving
Stella's flying in from the coast
But that won't stop the roast
Who's gonna make the gravy now?
I bet it won't taste the same
Just add flour, salt, a little red wine
And don't forget a dollop
And sweetness, and that extra tune
Rita, I'll be thinking of her
when I'm standing in line
Mary's got a new boyfriend I hope
just a little too much cologne
Roger, cause there sure as hell no
All the treasure and the trash
I know you really like her
Just don't hold her too close,
Please don't stab me in the back
I didn't mean to say that
She's my magic laser that
Turns imagination into fact
You know I love her badly
I'm gonna make some gravy
And kiss the sleepy children from me
You know one of these days,
I'll be making plenty, yeah
I'm gonna pay them all back