Aging Mr Riley

Aging Mr. Riley, laying on the sofa bed

Nursing a headache, wishing that he were dead

Or better yet

Sitting in the stands, watching all the horses race

Grand in his hand, a million more in the bank

He's ordering a drink

He watches the race with a smile on his face

He knows what's going down on the ground

Well a win is a win even if it's a sin

He takes his winnings down to the underground

Riley's pushing sixty, always pushing me around

We're fixing races within a hundred miles of town

Wе were winning but he's putting mе down

So I hatched myself a plan, to steal all Riley's money

Leave him in a ditch, fly off somewhere sunny and warm

Well I wish I was warned

I shot for his heart but I hit him in the shoulder

He shot back and he shot a little closer

(oh yeah he hit the mark)

He left me die and flew to Shanghai

Took my winnings down to the underground

Well the hurt done come this time for real

Now I'm crying like a baby and dying like a heel

When the cops come found me laying on the ground

Ol' Mr. Riley was never found

If I make it through the pearly gates

I hope heaven has got a horse race