Lyrics

Part 3 of the Beatrice trilogy. Thanks to KJ Ohnstad for contributing outstanding vocals and helping with the lyrics. Thanks to Robert Berg for the original concept and his love of all things Beatrice. Thanks to Jason Fuse for encouragement and previewing this.

LYRICS:
Yeah, this right here
Goes out to Beatrice
And her mean apple pie
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Seems like yesterday we used to watch the skies
Now I’m watchin’ precip fall from my eyes
Sure as Kevin's forecast, we will miss ya Bea
And don't fret, I fulfilled your last wish to me by
Deleting your web browser history
And the warm front pics on your Galaxy 3
But remember that bootleg Air Supply cd?
You borrowed it from me, back in ’93
Went to your home but junk was spread endlessly
White rulers and recipes (pot roast)
I reminisce of the time you were watching weather with me
And we followed that nor'easter to Atlantic City
You borrowed a couple grand, said you pay it back
Then you proceeded to hit on an eight and a jack
And so I wonder with your early fate
Do IOUs carry through past the Pearly Gates?
 
Every bet I made
Didn’t pay in spades
But I never paid
Then I passed away
So it’s you that’s screwed

I’m rolling in my grave
Cause Kevin said I stank
So you’re talking smack
Called the kettle black
Who is dissin’ who?

We miss you


A parody of "I'll Be Missing You" by Puff Daddy feat. Faith Evans & 112