The Town Pants Mr. Valentines Dead Lyrics:
Mr. Valentine's dead, and he's drinking
Manhattans, singing a coal miner's tune. In his
daddy's tuxedo and Fred Astaire shoes, he's the
best looking corpse in the 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) Have you ever seen dead men dancing so
lightly? Have you ever heard corpses who sing? Mr.
Valentine's dead and the angels will take him, But
not 'till he's finished his drink!

Mr. Valentine's dead, but it won't slow him down.
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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.

(repeat 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)
Lyrics: Mr. Valentines Dead, The Town Pants [end]