No More Mr. Nice Guy
I feel like having a great big party,
That'll last until the day I grow old.
Or pretending I've lost my marbles,
So I never have to do what I'm told.
Now I'm a few pews short of a church, my friend.
But you know we all go in the end.
But in the meantime, I feel fine.
So after all this time,
Don't you ever come around my house again.
Meanwhile