The Lament of Desmond R.G. Underwood-Fredrick IV Songtext
von Steve Taylor

Ah, the news of my impending death
Came at a really bad time for me
Yeah, the news of my impending death
Any other day might have been okay

I was starting to track with my inner guide
I was getting in touch with my feminine side
But when the doctor starts whistling "Happy Trails"
Tends to knock a bit of wind out of the old sails

Desi Ray, if I may, be so blunt
Galahad, bag your agnostic front
Underwood, hire a good undertaker
Freddie, get ready to meet your maker

Ah, the news my impending death
Came at a really bad time for me
I was far too young to depreciate
When they read me my expiration date


I′d built Iron Man stalls in the northern wild
I'd played Cabbage Patch dolls with my inner child
Now I′m getting sealed bids for a granite vault
And I'm pretty sure this is my parents' fault

Desi Ray, if I may, be so blunt
Galahad, bag your agnostic front
Underwood, hire a good undertaker
Freddie, get ready to meet your maker

Ah, the news my impending death
Came at a really bad time for me
When they cancel your breathing policy
Tends to steal a bit of the old joie de vivre

I′d just found the lost key to my mythic life
So I bravely shook free of my kids and wife
I had seminars booked as a second career
Until a still, small voice screamed loud and clear

Desi Ray, if I may, be so blunt
Galahad, bag your agnostic front
Underwood, hire a good undertaker
Freddie, get ready to meet your maker


Desi Ray, if I may, be so blunt
Galahad, bag your agnostic front
Underwood, hire a good undertaker
Freddie, get ready to meet your maker