I knew I should have closed my sunroof... At least you left the Bob Seger one for me. And you must have left Billy Joel, too, since I'm listening to it... Ah! It stopped! 
Here's our official party song. I wrote it myself.
It's nine o'clock on a Sunday, the regular crowd shuffles in... There's SFA sitting next to me, making love to his beer. He says, "Creep, can you play me a memory? I forgot how it goes. But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete when I wasn't so God Am old." La, la la, de de da, la la, de de, da da da...
Sing us a song, you're awesome, man. Sing us a song tonight. Well we're all in the mood for a melody, and you've got us feeling alright.
Now Punky at the bar is a friend of mine, she walks into jokes for free. And she's quick for a joke or another lame joke, but there's somewhere I'd rather be. She says, "Creep, I think that you'll kill me," as the smile grew on her face, "I feel as young as you are, with all your greatness in this place." Oh, la la la, de de da, la la, de de, da da da...
Now Sarie's another Ohioan, who can't have much of a life. And she's talking to Tude, who's not in the mood, and'll probably pull out her knife. And Anna's got that twitchy tick, as her old person muscles get qwned. Yes, they're sharing a drink they call oldness, but it's better than playing this alone.
Sing us a song, you're awesome, man. Sing us a song tonight. Well we're all in the mood for a melody, and you've got us feeling alright.
It's a pretty good crowd for a Sunday, as I stay up with a smile. I know that it's me they're all coming to see, to have a fun life for a while. And this guitar, it sounds like a charging bull, and the amp buzzes in fear. And they cheer at the show and feed my ego and say "You're too cool to be here." Oh, la la la, de de da, la la, de de, da da da...
Sing us a song, you're awesome, man. Sing us a song tonight. Well we're all in the mood for a melody, and you've got us feeling alright.
HiP QWNS
