From the album Better Late Than Never

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Written by Fleming-Hixon
Produced & Arranged by Tom & Jim

By Tom and his longtime songwriting partner and lyricist, Tim Hixon (with a little help from Jim), with a lyric about them closing up shop on their bachelorhoods and an old house they once shared in their halcyon oat-sowing pre-marriage days.

* Lead & backing vocals, Acoustic & Bass Guitars - Jim
* Electric and Lap Steel Guitars, Wood Blocks, main Backing Vocals - Tom
* Organs, Piano & Samples (laughing, calliope...) - John Seppala (the late great)
* Drums - Donn Spindt

Lyrics

The last laugh echoes through the funhouse, the old joke has finally died,‭ ‬pitched on a pile, in a junkyard where the sleeping dogs lie

Descended on by vultures, the ice sculpture for the benefit,‭ ‬starts to drip, abandoning a sinking ship

Waiting for Rose and Arne and the Salvation Army

Piled high in my Toyota, and‭ ‬when‭ ‬we get pulled over,‭ ‬"should I go for the gun?,"
oh well,‭ ‬I guess you had to be there.

The crooked Irish Rover, all bent over like a question mark,‭ ‬in the rain, raking leaves out into the street again

Waiting for Rose and Arne,‭ ‬and the Salvation Army, With no time left to lose,‭ ‬sure hope they get here soon

The last laugh echoes through the funhouse, the old joke has finally died,‭ ‬pitched on a pile, in a junkyard where the sleeping dogs lie

Waiting for Rose and Arne,‭ ‬and the Salvation Army, With no time left to lose,‭ ‬sure hope they get here‭ ‬soon

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