[Verse 1] As he fired up the drum machine He stole a glance at the empty seats He took a minute to retune his guitar Ba da ba ba ba da ba ba ba ba, as the hour grew late
[Verse 2] I wanna send this out to Richie Vey In his thrift-store corner of the world His soul is my cheap laugh Ba da ba ba ba da ba ba ba ba, as the hour grows late