When I die...
When I die
They'll not be a cloud in the sky
They'll be riot vans
All around the haligonian streets
As the public are treated to ska at 140 beats
A group of mourning maidens
Will be in black on every street corner
With a "punk with a northern soul" t shirt to adorn her
The ladies and friends I have admired
Will be quoted in high regard
And my adversaries will be silenced and barred
My workplace will be really furious about me never been the one they could fire
As after the 100 books and sell out tour I will set to retire
My friends will be haunted
Each and every week
As every time a turntable jumps
That will be me trying to speak
A statue of my likeness
Will be erected on my old Street of Pellon
With a placard saying "here lies Higgs, he was a well 'un"
The sale of Guinness will be halted to be sold to anyone on that fateful day
And John Cooper Clarke, who outlived us all
will be wheeled out with something meaningful to say
So as you read thru the will
Of this haligonian punk poet
You're all set to miss
You will then read the smart print that I'm really just taking the piss
For the death of anyone
And can be occasionally dull
As when I die..
I'm coming back as a chihuahua stealing seagull!