Shakey - The Jazz Butcher

There is a town in North Ontario

Or so I have been told…

So let’s all raise a glass to Shakey

And hope we’re still dangerous when we’re old

Now, this song goes out to Brian Wilson

For all the magic things he’s done

For all the happy family memories:

A father battering on his son

Yes, I know, it’s not fair

You wouldn’t last an hour out there

And on a night like this… so mean…

But we’re all scum in someone’s eyes:

No illusions, no surprises

Walk away, boy.

You can’t afford it

So this song goes out to Brian Wilson

For all the magic things he ever did

Like the time they found him on the kitchen floor

Chopping out his Class A’s with his kids

Yes, I know, it’s not fair

You wouldn’t last an hour out there

And on a night like this… so mean… so show me…

But we’re all scum in someone’s eyes:

No illusions, no surprises

Walk away.

You can’t afford it