From the recording Better Late Than Never
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