Here's to all you all you lucky dogs, it's heads or tails.
Here's to all you filthy rich, I wish you well.
Here's to all the pretty women made for cash.
And here's to dashing daddy's son he's such a flash.
Well, I been lookin' and walkin' 'round the sunset square,
Singin' and talkin' with my friends down there,
Sittin' and listenin' with a young man's ear,
To all the rainbow dreams.
Here's to all the sh**ty jobs that I despise.
Here's to two-bit guarantees and other lies.
Here's to roads of burning tar and hot cement.
Here's to money in my hand and where it went.
I… I got my fingers a-tapping on the hard, stone steps.
I'm waiting for lightning and the rains to fall.
Young lovers are loafin' with their sidewalk smiles,
And all their rainbow dreams.
Amy Alice, in the summer,
With a sack lunch and a punch card.
See my sister with a drag job.
Ah man, she feels like she's a hundred years ago.
[Instrumental Interlude]
Well here's to people living lives that they regret,
Work your fingers to the bone and sink in debt.
Here's to all the shaky tricks what hustlers try.
You know their easy money is oft-times hard.
You know they flash a grin and they wink their eye.
I… I been livin' an' breathin' in the rat trap town.
Try'na get over where the wall breaks down.
Holdin' my head up with my thin tired arms,
And all my rainbow dreams.
Yeah.
[Instrumental Outro]