Death has no hidden agenda or timetable so to speak
The second of my funeral's is on Friday of this week
I should be there really, to help and support a mate.
His mother went and died on him, it's all down to fate
A weekend in Portugal I booked awhile ago
I can't be everywhere, and this you know
For Woody and myself the holiday wins
When I return I'll come and see you for my sins
I know you'll understand and won't be irate
Cos at the end of the day, I know, I'll still be a mate
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