I'm sorry, mama, but I've been drinking Me and the old man got us a head on the weekend And rest assured tonight I'm going to be in basement with all my friends Provided we can get, get our asses down to Bottle King by ten
And the walk is going to be a real shit-show I'll be picking up half-smoked butts all up and down Rock Road And then up in the warm glow of the traffic light But I'm going to put the devil inside me to sleep if it all night
So let's get up And let's pretend we're all And if you've got something that you can't live with, it for another day Alright, it for another day
I'm sorry, Mama, a call from the neighbors tonight All of my asshole buddies are coming over and they're feeling a little too I'm sick and tired of in this town being so goddamn uptight But don't you worry, I'll do all the talking they turn on the flashing lights
I'm an old man I can be the quiet type And I can go a moment of fun for the rest of my life I can read a book and I can be in bed by ten And I can get up early, go to and come home, and start it all over again
But while young, boys, everybody raise your glasses high Singing, "Here's to the good times, here's to the team Kiss the good goodbye Oh yeah, the good times goodbye"
I need a I need an from reality Or I need eternal darkness and death I need an strategy
Down in Caroline I could have been a productive of society But New Jersey cigarettes and all they require of me Have made a fucking out of me
So give me a me a Keystone Light Give me a on a Friday night Give me anything but year in exile
I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey, I a whiskey right now I need a whiskey, I need a God know how many times I've this before But I really don't feel like doing anymore
So hey, Andy, let's turn into old men Close down the bar night at the Glen Rock Inn about our grandkids as we stroke our gray beards Funny we're still doing car after all of these years
Now I there are bicycles waiting to ride But I could swear I heard voices the other side Saying, "Wait until you see the whites of eyes"
And now that I'm older, I look and say "What the was it for anyway?" Those dreams are lying in the of the grave What the fuck they for anyway?
So let it be on a if I get carried away What the was it for anyway? What the fuck was it for