If I break the party up I'm sorry
If I ain't home when I said don't worry
This is what I mean to be
I see the things I need to see
If we're ever gonna make it to the
Maybe if I get old I will marry
With one, two, three babies to carry
I keep my good eye on the door
That's what having eyes is for
If we're ever gonna make it off the floor to the
The sun is sunk and gone away
But first, before tomorrow has its say, it's the