Bochepus come and sit on my knee
I was so skinny well you don’t take after me
Some stories are true
But most of them’s false
And this is ol’ Hanks last waltz
In the morning they might find me dead
I’ve got nothing left, it’s all been said
The angel of death is coming to dance
And this is ol’ Hanks last chance
When they bury me just watch them arrive
I can pack them in boys dead or alive
I don’t need a pulse, I don’t need a band
And this is ol’ Hanks last stand
I was so skinny well you don’t take after me
Some stories are true
But most of them’s false
And this is ol’ Hanks last waltz
In the morning they might find me dead
I’ve got nothing left, it’s all been said
The angel of death is coming to dance
And this is ol’ Hanks last chance
When they bury me just watch them arrive
I can pack them in boys dead or alive
I don’t need a pulse, I don’t need a band
And this is ol’ Hanks last stand