I got the idea for this song from a story in The Irish Times ( a very respectable newspaper) back in April 2008. It concerned a young man who scattered his grandfather's ashes in a strip club in L.A. It was specified in the old guy's will!Paint My Coffin Whorehouse Red Words & Music by Mick Brady Grandaddy was a ladies' man It was Wham!, Bam!, Thank You Ma'am! He knew all the girls down at Le Club Exotique You could find him there any day of the week He had his own special seat just in front of the stage He had to sit up close on account of his ageWhen he died and his will was read It was a shock for the family when they heard what it saidPaint my coffin whorehouse red Lay me out in a king-sized bed Topless dancers on an all-night vigil Play some brassy music that'll make them wiggle I want chorus girls in FM shoes For a guard of honour for my last move Take my ashes out on the town Scatter them all around The Pussycat Lounge Now a man's last wish is kinda sacred A hundred dancers came, they were all half naked He was looking good in his Playboy shroud Everybody said he would have been so proud It was all about glamour, it had class, it had style And old grandad - he lived the way that he died The preacher said it shouldn't be allowed But we had to call the cops to control the crowdPole dancers crying salty tears Wiping their eyes with their tiny bassieres It got a little bit emotional with those sweet, sweet gals When they had two minutes silence for my grandad