At the bad supper, the bread's a broken mess
The hostess keeps on spilling the wine
The rib-roast watches with the ghost of a smile
I'm too busy in my head and all the mouth language
The drunk guy on my right
Says he knows why we're eating
And knows why we're drinking
And gets up to turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
And the mouth language
Busy in my head
The kids are eating last year's fruitcake, listening to this talk
Grampa's in the hallway, trying to synch his watch with the grandfather clock
The drunk guy offers me five monies for my pants
He pays me full in orange rinds
And says, "You're invisible when my eyes are closed but you're never out of my mind"
Out of my mind
And the mouth language
Busy in my head
Turn out the lights
And the mouth language
Busy in my head
Out of my mind
And the mouth language
Busy in my head
So, someone stole my bus fare.
It was the last orange, here
So, sometime I'll get home
Supper's cold, the night is warm