I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a

Missing the light of the day The light of the day Partying all night long Sleeping around Waking up so late Mixing bad people Arguing with friends Getting so much stress ,getting so much stress, Getting so much stress, getting so much stress Partying all

I shall enjoy the fruits of my labor if I get freed today (What did the Asian say?) A peace of mind That's what the Asian said, I need a divine Intervention was his religion and now it's a prize Him believing in Buddha, me believing in God Asked me what

The bartender said ya'll keep it down The party was goin' strong By the palm trees down at the tiki bar Right there in the Holidome We'd been sittin' there since happy hour Had the day off in Omaha And all those girls came in and they wanted to swim And

In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know

(See) that man We all hopin' for the day that the powers see abdication and run See that man See that, see that, see that, see that man We all workin' for the means to the end of our situation Look to our brother if you can (see) See that man sittin' in

Let me hear that Light up the floor Feel the room rock Play me one more Click clack on the high high Heat of this vibrate I'm just being me w-watch me do me

Light it up, let it out, stir it up, turning dirt to dust Slip on out where the weekend lives Put a Friday night hurt on a bottle of fifth Getting gone to the song's that the midnight's playing Put a little way out underneath these boots Kick that switch

Martha, my dear Martha, my love Don't forget me When you find yourself in the thick of it Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you Though I spend my days in conversation, please Remember me Hold your head up, you silly girl

In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know