AAAAAAAAH!
(????)
You only got one finger left and it's pointing at the door
And you're taking for granted what the Lord's made on the floor
So I'm picking up the pieces and I'm puttin' 'em 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
Yeah...
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 turnin' 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
Move on up the hill, there's nothing dead left to kill
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain
Yeah...
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay
Odelay, odelay, just passing through
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay
Yo!
Going back to Houston (yo!)
Do the hot dog dance
Going back to Houston (yooooo!)
To get me some pants
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