Lyrics
Big brass band playing at my funeral
Playing my fine coronation day
Long drum-bone sliding out my pocket
Laying my fine coins before my love
Son of God, praying on my shoulder
Making potluck casserole for me
Boar's hair brushed in her yellow ocher
On a canvas drenched in calumny
Black sand beach, on a pleasant Sunday
On an Easter morning in my dream
Boardwalk blues blowing through my orchid
In my ice cream stand is French fries too
