I'm sorry, mama, but I've been again Me and the old man got us a start on the weekend And rest assured I'm going to be in Kevin's basement with all my friends Provided we can get, get our lazy asses down to Bottle by ten
And the walk is going to be a real shit-show I'll be picking up half-smoked cigarette all up and down Rock Road And then up in the warm glow of the traffic light But I'm to put the devil inside me to sleep if it takes all night
So let's get up And let's pretend we're all And if you've got something that you can't with, save it for another day Alright, it for another day
I'm sorry, Mama, expect a call from the neighbors All of my asshole buddies are coming over and feeling a little too alright I'm sick and tired of everyone in this town so goddamn uptight But don't you worry, I'll do all the when they turn on the flashing lights
When I'm an old man I can be the quiet And I can go a moment of fun for the rest of my life I can a good book and I can be in bed by ten And I can get up early, go to work and come home, and it all over again
But while we're young, boys, everybody raise glasses high Singing, "Here's to the times, here's to the home team Kiss the good times Oh yeah, the good times goodbye"
I a timeout I need an escape from Or I need eternal darkness and death I need an exit
in North Caroline I could have been a productive of society But these New Jersey cigarettes and all require of me made a fucking junkie out of me
So give me a Give me a Keystone Give me a on a Friday night Give me anything but year in exile
I need a whiskey, I a whiskey, I need a whiskey right now I a whiskey, I need a whiskey God know how many times I've this before But I really feel like doing this anymore
So hey, Andy, let's into dirty old men Close down the bar every at the Glen Rock Inn Talk our grandkids as we stroke our gray beards Funny we're still doing car bombs after all of these
Now I know are bicycles waiting to ride But I could swear I heard from 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 are lying in the still of the grave the fuck were they for anyway?
So let it be on a stretcher if I get carried What the fuck was it for What the fuck was it for