Farley (Single Version)

The first time I saw him, he was sweeter than shit

Plaid jacket and belt too tight, he wasn't even doing a bit

Then he cartwheeled 'round the room and slow danced with the cleaning lady

He was a one-man party

You know I'm talkin' about, I'm talkin' about my friend, Chris Farley

On Saturday night, my man would always deliver

Whether he was the bumblebee girl or living in a van down by the river

He loved the Bears and he could dance that Chippendales with Swayze

When they replaced his coffee with Folgers, he went fuckin' crazy

The sexiest gap girl and Meat Loaf in the pan

Without him there'd be no lunch lady in Lunchlady Land

You know I'm thinking about

Thinking about my boy, Chris Farley

After a show he'd drink a quarter Jack Daniels and stick the bottle right up his ass

But hungover as hell, that catholic boy always showed up to morning mass

We tell him, "Slow down, you'll end up like Belushi and Candy"

He said, "Those guys are my heroes, that's all fine and dandy"

I ain't making that shit up, that's the truth about my boy, Chris Farley

I saw him in the office cryin' with his headphones on

Listening to a KC and the Sunshine Band song

I said, "Buddy, how the hell is that making you so sad?"

Then he laughed and said, "Just thinkin' about my dad"

The last big hang we had was at Timmy Meadows' wedding party

We laughed our balls off all night long, all because of Farley

But a few months later the party came to an end

We flew out to Madison to bury our friend

Nothing was harder than saying goodbye

Except watching Chris's father have his turn to cry

Hey, buddy, life's moved on, but you still bring us so much joy

Make my kids laugh with your YouTube clips or Tommy Boy

And when they ask me who's the funniest guy I ever knew

I tell them hands down without a doubt it's you

Yeah, I miss hanging out, watching you trying to get laid

But most of all I miss watching you fuck with Spade

You're a legend like you wanted, but I still wish you were here with me

And we were gettin' on a plane to go shoot Grown Ups 3

Yeah, life ain't the same without you, boy

And that's why I'm singing about

I'm singing about my friend, Chris Farley

And if we make enough noise maybe he'll hear us

Give it up for the great Chris Farley