Mr Valentines Dead

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Mr. Valentine's dead, and he's 
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drinking Manhattans,
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singing a coal miner's tune.
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In his daddy's tuxedo and Fred 
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Astaire shoes,
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He's the best looking corpse in the
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 room.

Mr. Valentine's dead, and the angels
 are waiting
down at the end of the bar.
They're drinking martinis and 
laughing at nothing,
smoking Habana cigars.
(chorus)
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Have you ever seen dead men 
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dancing so lightly?
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Have you ever heard corpses who 
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sing?
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Mr. Valentine's dead and the angels
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 will take him,
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But not 'till he's finished his 
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drink!

Mr. Valentine's dead, but it won't 
slow him down.
He's determined to stay on his feet.
And he bangs on the table and orders
 a round,
and he pays with the gold in his 
teeth.
Mr. Valentine's dead, and he's 
singing in Spanish,
wearing a rose in his hair.
Now the angels are howling and 
drinking tequila,
shooting their guns in the air.
(chorus)

Mr. Valentine's dead, but he still 
loves a party.
He's always the last one to leave.
He hangs down his head and he cries 
like a baby
when the band plays Good Night 
Irene.
Mr. Valentine's dead, but he never 
looked better!
The priest will meet him tonight.
Tell his mom to stop crying and the 
band to keep playing, '
cause the angels are too drunk to 
fly!
(repeat chorus)