Ahhhhhhhhhh!! You only got one finger left And it's pointing at the door And you're taking for granted What the Lord's made on the floor So I'm picking up the pieces And I'm putting them up for sale Throw your meal ticket out the window Put your skeletons in jail 'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate To give yourself a call let your bottom dollars fall Throwing your two bit cares down the drain Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man You will do whatever you please and I'll do whatever I can
Titantic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink Don't call us when the new age gets old enough to drink 'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate Move on up the hill there's nothing dead left to k** Throwing your two bit cares down the drain Odelay, odelay, odelay, odealy odelay, odelay Just pa**ing through Odelay, odelay, odelay, odealy Going back to Houston Do the hotdog dance Going back to Houston To get me some pants.....