Shakey Lyrics & Chords By The Jazz Butcher

There is a town in North Ontario,
Or so I have been told...
So let's all raise a glass to Shakey
And hope we're still dangerous when we're old.

Now, this song goes out to Brian Wilson
For all the magic things he's done,
For all the happy family memories:
A father battering on his son.

Yes, I know, it's not fair.
You wouldn't last an hour out there.
And on a night like this...so mean...
But we're all scum in someone's eyes:
No illusions, no surprises.
Walk away, boy. You can't afford it.

So this song goes out to Brian Wilson
For all the magic things he ever did,
Like the time they found him on the kitchen floor,
Chopping out his Class A's with his kids.

Yes, I know, it's not fair.
You wouldn't last an hour out there.
And on a night like this... so mean... so show me...
But we're all scum in someone's eyes:
No illusions, no surprises.
Walk away. You can't afford it.