you came around from somewhere far away i pulled you in after my shimmy-shimmy oh but you wouldn't gimme-gimme oh but you wouldn't gimme-gimme
instead we ran around, fucked off, got crazy we used the nights and spent the days hazy as long as drink and drive were in effect it didn't take a lot to pick up on that what else were you trying to do while you did me didn't it seem like you ought to go slower it's unfortunate we've gone and done it to death but a duo so soured can only sink lower
driving up and down that busted boulevard we had a date but i knew you wouldn't make it we had a groove but apparently you couldn't take it and what a shame i cannot seem to shake it
it's the end of this thing called love it's time to celebrate and watch it burn it's the end of this thing called civility it's sad, the truth, the tide that turns More from Grand Ole Party