The Man Who Had It All Lyrics

Old Jeremiah was a wino,
who lived from day to day.
Still minding his own business,
on the day he passed away.
They found him by the pigsty,
with a grin upon his face
and the good-bookin his hands
as if to say

I'm trading places
Out there,in open spaces,
by St. Peter's gate.
Best not be too late

Drink to me and my soul,
then dig me a hole
where I can rest my bones.
Find a young priest
with a sharp, witty speech
about this man who had it all.

Last, but not least,
why not put up a feast
with nobility
and the best whores in town?
Make it a Ball,
well remebered by all.
All falls into place,
as a choir sings my praise.

He's going places,
John Jeremiah Sheen,
with fields of gold
and valleys ever-green.
And just round midnight,
the seas turn into wine.
Old Jeremiah must
be in his prime.

He's trading places,
somewhere in open spaces.
One day, when I'm dead,
the old wino said

Drink to me and my soul,
then dig me a hole where I can
lay my head.
Find me a priest
with a cunning, good speach
about the man who had it all.

Last, but not least,
have a headlining feast
with celebrities and the
bums from downtown.
Invite one and all
to my Bohemian-Ball.
Sing me my praise,
then salute me
His honor and grace