All these working, weary, drunken Rattled friends around me Shuffle, panic madly up and down the line Hopers, dopers, sober smokers Confounding everybody Treating everyone so kindly Except themselves sometimes Weathers-beaters, losin' cheatin' Singin' taller stories Satisfaction guaranteed if you hit the note tonight Morning coffee allegory Keep our engines running Loving somebody always truumps Those things we never tried Got a line and a pole And a dry fishing hole And I start to pack it in But then I think of you my friends Sleepers, weepers, faithless leapers Up to ten, 12 inch speakers Send them in to Karl, they'll need an overhaul Tin Pan Alley, Rand McNally, Read my fortune Long Tall Sally We might have missed a beat But we all made it to the ball Making something out of nothing Heart a pounding, stomach rumbling Everyone I meet, everywhere I go Hackers, slackers, sixteen trackers Someone pa** the telecaster If you've got to ask There's a chance you'll never know A house in town where only ghosts can be found And I think of moving in 'Til I think of you my friends Paper pushers, talent brokers No they're not all thieves and hookers Out of luck, out of work, but never out of dreams Where art thou Romeo? We'd even take a cameo Point us to the station Put us on the train I've jumped into the ring Where Mr. Lonely is king And he's about to do me in 'Til I think of you my friends That's when I think of you my friends