He wrote up two and half thousand songs
Had a sharp humour, knew how to make fun
He liked GOP and he liked the Right
Sometimes here it did provoke a fight

Then he passed away here at the age of 50
He left behind him a loving family
I wasn't amused and I almost started crying:
It's not nice hearing of an acquaintance dying
...I must keep movin' on...

Last song to Malky-dear
One more time to feel you here
I feel winter creeping in and I'm
Writing at Am-I-Right again

Well, I don't know but I've been told
If you never slow down, you never grow old
Perhaps one day I too will break One Grand
Yet still your numbers oh so high they stand

Small are here at Earth our joys;
You are there in Heaven with Royce
We're still here, we're writing our songs
One day we'll too be there all along

Last song to Malky-dear
One more time to feel you here
I feel winter creeping in and I'm
Writing at Am-I-Right again

We all parodists here at Am-I-Right
Are missing you, Malky, and we recite:
You did pass away all too soon
But your songs will remain within our commune

Oh my my, oh hell no -
Why so soon did you have to go?
There was so much I would have loved to tell
Now it's my time to give the last farewell:

Last song to Malky-dear
One more time to feel you here
I feel winter creeping in and I'm
Writing at Am-I-Right again