You selfish Bastard, br Cant you for one minute think of the cost br Thousands of pounds, just to throw a bit of dirt br Over your bloody carcass br While your having a fucking good time br It's alright for you your dead br What about the living br The way your mates drink br The wake will cost a fortune br I'll have to comfort all your girlfriends br How can i sleep with five women br In the one night br You always were a selfish Bastard br br Written Saturday Febuary 2006br br allan james saywellbr br