Dear Old Song & Dance - Tim Easton

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