I'll be glad when you're dead
Louis Armstrong Lyrics


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I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you
When you're dead in your grave
No more women will you crave
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you

I trust you in my home, you rascal, you
I trust you in my home, you rascal, you
I trust you in my home
You wouldn't leave my wife alone
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you

I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you
I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you
I fed you since last fall
Then you got your ashes hauled
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you

You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you
You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you
You asked my wife to wash your clothes
And something else I suppose
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you

You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you
You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you
You know you done me wrong
You done stole my wife and gone
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you

You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you
You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you
You asked my wife for a meal
And something else you tried to steal
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you

Please, don't let me find you, rascal, you
Please, don't let me find you, rascal, you
Please, don't let me find you
'Cause you'll leave this world behind you
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you

Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you
Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you
Ain't no use to run
I done bought a Gatling gun
And you still having your fun, you rascal, you

I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you
I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you
I'm gonna kill you just for fun
The buzzards gonna have you when I'm done
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you

You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you
You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you
You done messed with my wife




And I'm gonna take your life
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "I'll Be Glad When You're Dead You Rascal You" by Louis Armstrong and Louis Jordan depict the vengeance and hatred felt by the singer towards a man who betrayed and wronged him. The singer despises this man to such an extent that he wishes for his death and believes that it will bring him peace. He mentions that the man will no longer be able to crave women or cause him any problems once he is buried. The lyrics also imply that the man had an inappropriate relationship with the singer's wife, as he asked her to wash his clothes and sought other things from her. In response to this, the singer expresses a desire to kill the man and takes pleasure in knowing that the buzzards will feed on his dead body.


Line by Line Meaning

I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you
I will celebrate when you have passed away, you scoundrel


When you're dead in your grave No more women will you crave
Once you are deceased, you will no longer desire women


I trust you in my home, you rascal, you You wouldn't leave my wife alone
I foolishly let you into my home, but you made advances towards my wife


I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you Then you got your ashes hauled
I provided for you since last autumn, but you betrayed me by having sexual relations with someone else


You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you And something else I suppose
You asked my wife to clean your clothes, and I suspect you had more inappropriate motives


You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you You done stole my wife and gone
You are aware that you have mistreated me by stealing my wife and leaving


You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you And something else you tried to steal
You requested food from my wife, and I suspect you also tried to steal from us


Please, don't let me find you, rascal, you 'Cause you'll leave this world behind you
I implore you not to let me catch you, as it will result in your death


Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you I done bought a Gatling gun And you still having your fun, you rascal, you
There is no point in running away, as I have acquired a Gatling gun, yet you still continue to be mischievous


I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you The buzzards gonna have you when I'm done
I will murder you purely for my own amusement, and once I am finished, the buzzards will feed on your remains


You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you And I'm gonna take your life
You interfered with my wife, and as a result, I will end your life




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@Blocktimusprime

“When you lay six feet deep, no more fried chicken will you eat” is the coldest line of all time

@emilya.nannymoss9272

Even though the stupid funeral director wouldn't permit my dad to play this song for your wake, I found this song not long after you passed.
Miss you Grandma. Need your guidance from the Summerland even more now than ever with all the crap you know I'm going through this year so far. Love you. 😰💝💪🍀
RIP Georgina Christine Mateka
12/25/22 - 04/28/17
"You may be gone but you're never over... - " Eminem

@kim20525

My condolences!! She lived a long time!!

@emilya.nannymoss9272

@@kim20525 tysm. She was a very astute and wise woman. Hope you are doing well & that your elders are still with you. If not may my Grandma give them guidance in the Summerland. She's awesome as I'm sure your own elders are too. ❤💛💚💙💜

@kim20525

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@babuddha

Sorry for your loss. The funeral director was outside of his lane. Don't let paid servants make the rules.

@emilya.nannymoss9272

@@babuddha Namaste' & tysm for the words of comfort. They are greatly appreciated. Brightest Blessings. :)

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@bobcooper82

OG diss track

@hannahrae927

straight up. lol

@rodneytg1

I was about to post the same thing. 💯

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