| The afterparty’s rickin' girl |
| And everybody’s dancing for you |
| But you’re just drinking all my ballantine |
| And laughing while your lips turn blue |
| Your friends are all uptight |
| And everybody' in an awkward mood |
| But you’re just drinking all my ballantine |
| And laughing while your lips turn blue |
| And I’m not really planning on coming back |
| I thought I told you that |
| I guess I dreamt I told you that |
| The streets are slow and silent |
| And the backyard is a beat parade |
| So I’m just sweeping up the garbage |
| While I listen to the songs you play |
| Where everybody’s trying |
| But they just can’t get it straight (no no) |
| So I’m just sweeping up the garbage |
| While I whistle all the songs you play |
| I keep changing my mind all the time |
| I hope you think that that’s alright |
| Yeah I hope you tell me that’s alright (no no) |
| So I’m just slurrin' in the shade |
| When the daylight breaks |
| And You and me have got it made |
| Yeah I think you and me have got it made (no no) |