They'll Build a Statue of You

They’ll build a statue of you
to commend the deeds you’ve done
Face your figure to the west
to gaze off in the sun
They’ll build a statue of you
of your heritage and fame
Pay you all their due respects
like… «Here's to what’s his name»
They’ll build a statue of you
they’ll chistel down your nose
Plant some trees around you
they’ll wash you with a hose
They’ll put you in the finest clothes
your worthiness complete
Now pidgeons can shit in your ears
and dogs piss on your feet
The winter winds will whip your back
the hail will bite your hand
The April rain will strike your face
I hope you understand
They’ll build a statue of you
your countenance will shine
Fine ladies and fine gentlemen
will drink you up like wine
I’ll bet you think that what you do
will make the angels sing
But baby I am telling you
it doesn’t mean a thing
The winter winds will whip your back
the hail will bite your hand
The April rain will strike your face