Ya (Rest in Peace)

These mandolins will play at your bedside

No more black bins where you’ve checked in to stay

You’ve cashed your chips in, the dice were all loaded

Too tired to swim, instead you drifted away

Ya…hoo, hoo, hoo

Ya…hoo, hoo, hoo

These mandolins will play for your pleasure

You locked yourself in, then you sent us away

A good place to die, the best room in the hotel

So drink to yourself, and now you don’t have to pay

Is it warm up in heaven

Can you put your name on the door

Do they have a drink rider

Now you’re suffering no more

Ya…hoo, hoo, hoo

Ya…hoo, hoo, hoo

These mandolins will play at your poolside

You invite us in to while the evening away

We’ll drink some gin, and then when the hours past

We’ll take our leave, and see you next time we play

Ya…hoo, hoo, hoo

Ya…hoo, hoo, hoo