Aaaahh

 

You only got one finger left

And it's pointing at the door

And you're taking for granted

What the Lord's laid on the floor

So I'm picking up the pieces

And I'm putting them up for sale

Throw your meal ticket out the window

Put your skeletons in jail

Cause Lord only knows it's getting late

Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate

To give yourself a call let your bottom dollars fall

Throwing your two bit cares down the drain

 

Invite me to the seven seas

Like some seasick man

You will do whatever you please

And I'll do whatever I can

Titanic fare thee well

My eyes are turning pink

Don't call us when the new age

Gets old enough to drink

Cause Lord only knows it's getting late

Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate

You move on up the hill but there's nothing there left to kill

Throwing your two bit cares down the drain

 

Yea

Odelay odelay odelay odelay odelay odelay

Just passing through

 

Odelay odelay odelay odelay

 

(Yaa)

Going back to Houston

(Yaa)

To the house of dance

Going back to Houston

(Yaa)

To get me some pants