Mr Valentine's dead, and he's drinking Manhattans, singing a coal miner's tune
In his daddy's tuxedo and Fred Astaire shoes, he's the best looking corpse in the room
Mr Valentine's dead, and the angels are waiting down at the end of the bar
They're drinking martinis and laughing at nothing, smoking Habana cigars

(chorus)

Have you ever seen dead men dancing so lightly?
Have you ever heard corpses who sing?
Mr Valentine's dead and the angels will take him,
But not 'till he's finished his drink!

Mr Valentine's dead, but it won't slow him down He's determined to stay on his feet
And he bangs on the table and orders a round, and he pays with the gold in his teeth
Mr Valentine's dead, and he's singing in Spanish, wearing a rose in his hair
Now the angels are howling and drinking tequila, shooting their guns in the air

(repeat chorus)

Mr Valentine's dead, but he still loves a party He's always the last one to leave
He hangs down his head and he cries like a baby when the band plays Good Night Irene
Mr Valentine's dead, but he never looked better! The priest will meet him tonight
Tell his mom to stop crying and the band to keep playing, 'cause the angels are too drunk to fly!

(repeat chorus)