Mandy said I wasn't even fit to shine my shoes
Don't hold those words against her, you can blame it all on booze
That said, she was a headless bitch, on this we all agree
She brought misfortune on us but she pinned it all on me
On a dark and rainy street I raised a drunken yell
The bars were closed, the kebab place had nothing left to sell
I never saw it coming, I took a piss against a door
Some crazy bastard whacked my head with a five-foot two-by-four.
Now it's a-OK, I'm happy as a lark.
Now I'm pushing daisies, lying down here in the dark.
And it's a-OK, no more sorrow, no more strife
These days of pushing daisies they sure have been the best years of my life.
Mandy won a beauty pageant when she was eighteen
Her earring was a safety pin, her hair was tangerine
Bat's arse was the color of the lipstick that she wore
Flies were buzzing around her, cos she never washed her drawers
I gave her everything I could, as she would scream and shout:
Hold on to the things you need and things you'd do without!
When she pawned my Martin, that was the last straw
Chicks don't mix with guitars, there oughta be a law
Now it's a-OK, I'm happy as a lark.
Now I'm pushing daisies, lying down here in the dark.
And it's a-OK, no more sorrow, no more strife
These days of pushing daisies they sure have been the best years of my life.
I never was too good with words, I relied on fisticuffmanship
So she was always one-up on me when we had a row
There are many ways to hurt a man, and she wrote the book
I'm sheltered by this ton of dirt, she can't hurt me now
Many years have passed and I've shed a few pounds. Otherwise I'm still the same
But Mandy she got old and ugly, lost her will to live. Now once again she is my dame
Now it's a-OK, not a single mean remark
Now we're pushing daisies, lying down here in the dark
And It's a-OK, no more tongues as sharp as knives
These days of pushing daisies they sure must be the best years of our lives.