Dear Old Song & Dance

Well It's Good Afternoon
Cuz' I slept in much too long,
Well I woke up today, sixty days on
And I would not even be here,
If I stuck with that same Old Song And Dance.

With the booze and pills and powders,
And the bloodymary mornings,
Red headed sluts and car bombs
Irish Whiskey and Scotch everything
The heroin, cocaine and morphine
Ecstasy, Opium and Wine,
Uppers, Downers, Siders
And Alaskan Girls will kick your ass
With Northern Lights and Southern Comfort
Good weed, bad weed, hash and hypnotized.
Tequila and cheap beer,
Belgian beers' the best
but I could never get enough Ativans
Said, Xanies and Valiums' the stuff,
Got me feelin' good but lookin' rough

And I never found Paote
So if it's great, be sure and let me know
Cuz' the mushrooms and acid did just fine
Oh, thank you drugs we had us a time, yo
Thanks for all the fun
And the seven times in jail but now I'm done
And I wish you the best
Be sure to call me every now and then,
But mostly then
I hope you're satisfied
Cuz' you should be
Dear Old Song and Dance

When I put you first and missed that day
I knew I had to hit the brakes
I was sick and tired of waking up
With a dead man in my eyes

Now if you're Dutch,
You can laugh,
The rest of you can all fuck off.
Thank God I'm getting older,
And just now learning who I am.

I'm getting older,
And learning who I am
And waking up sober in Amsterdam