Lyrics Farley - Adam Sandler
The
first
time
I
saw
him
He
was
sweeter
than
shit
Plaid
jacket
and
belt
too
tight
He
wasn't
even
doing
a
bit
Then
he
cartwheeled
around
the
room
And
slow
danced
with
the
cleaning
lady
He
was
a
one
man
party
You
know
who
I'm
talking
about
I'm
talking
about
my
friend
Chris
Farley
On
a
Saturday
night
my
man
Would
always
deliver
Whether
he
was
the
bumblebee
girl
Or
living
in
a
van
down
by
the
river
He
loved
the
Bears
and
did
the
dance
At
Chippendales
with
Swayze
When
they
replaced
his
coffee
with
Folgers
He
went
fuckin'
crazy
The
sexiest
gap
girl
And
Meatloaf
in
the
band
Without
him
there'd
be
no
lunch
lady
In
lunch
lady
land
Oh,
you
know
who
I'm
thinking
about
I'm
thinking
about
my
boy
Chris
Farley
After
a
show
he'd
drink
a
quarter
Jack
Daniels
And
stick
the
bottle
right
up
his
ass
But,
hangover
as
hell
That
catholic
boy
Always
show
up
to
morning
mass
We
tell
him
"Slow
down,
you'll
end
up
like
Belushi
and
Candy"
He
said
"Those
guys
are
my
heroes,
that's
all
fine
and
dandy"
I
ain't
making
that
shit
up
That's
the
truth
about
my
boy
Chris
Farley
I
saw
him
in
the
office
crying
with
his
headphones
on
Listening
to
a
KC
And
The
Sunshine
Band
song
I
said
"Buddy,
how
the
hell
is
that
making
you
so
sad"
Then
he
laughed
and
said
"Just
thinkin'
about
my
dad"
The
last
big
hang
we
had
was
at
Timmy
Meadows's
wedding
party
We
laughed
our
balls
off
all
nightlong,
all
because
of
Farley
But
a
few
months
later
The
party
came
to
an
end
We
flew
out
to
Madison
To
bury
our
friend
Nothing
was
harder
Than
saying
goodbye
Except
watching
Chris's
father
Have
his
turn
to
cry
Hey
buddy,
life's
moved
on
But
you
still
bring
us
so
much
joy
Make
my
kids
laugh
with
your
Youtube
clips
or
Tommy
Boy
And
when
they
ask
me
Who's
the
funniest
guy
I
ever
knew
I
tell
them
hands
down
Without
a
doubt
it's
you
Yeah,
I
miss
hanging
out
Watching
you
trying
to
get
laid
But
most
of
all
I
miss
Watching
you
fuck
with
Spade
Well,
it
ended
like
you
wanted
But
I
wish
you
were
still
here
with
me
And
we
would
get
on
a
plain
To
go
shoot
Grown
Ups
3
Yeah,
life
ain't
the
same
without
you
boy
And
that's
why
I'm
singing
about
I'm
singing
about
my
friend
Chris
Farley
And
if
you
make
enough
noise
Maybe
he'll
hear
us
Give
it
up
for
the
great
Chris
Farley
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