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Mr. Valentine’s dead, and he’s drinking Manhattans, singing a coal miner’s tune

In his daddy’s tuxedo and Fred Astaire shoes, he’s the best looking corpse in

the room

Mr. Valentine’s dead, and the angels are waiting down at the end of the bar

They’re drinking martinis and laughing at nothing, smoking Habana cigars

Have you ever seen dead men dancing so lightly?

Have you ever heard corpses who sing?

Mr. Valentine’s dead and the angels will take him

But not 'till he’s finished his drink!

Mr. Valentine’s dead, but it won’t slow him down. He’s determined to stay on

his feet

And he bangs on the table and orders a round, and he pays with the gold in his

teeth

Mr. Valentine’s dead, and he’s singing in Spanish, wearing a rose in his hair

Now the angels are howling and drinking tequila, shooting their guns in the air

(repeat chorus)

Mr. Valentine’s dead, but he still loves a party. He’s always the last one to

leave

He hangs down his head and he cries like a baby when the band plays Good Night

Irene

Mr. Valentine’s dead, but he never looked better! The priest will meet him

tonight

Tell his mom to stop crying and the band to keep playing, 'cause the angels are

too drunk to fly!

(repeat chorus)

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