Come on, come on, come on, come on play in a band
Come on, come on, come on, I won't push too hard
We'll go all the way to Mexico
Drummer, drummer, drummer, drummer, he gonna trade
Drummer, drummer, drummer, drummer, he gonna trade
He turn in his sticks for the guitar pick
When I see you start to fall, I'm gonna let you fall
I'm gonna let you fall
How come such good things gotta end so bad?
I'm tired, so tired, so tired, so tired, tired of you
Leave on, leave on, leave on I'm so tired of you
Well I wish you well, gimme back your suit
When I see you start to fall, I'm gonna let you fall
I'm gonna let you fall
How come such good things gotta end so bad?
But I know, you're gonna hate to hear me say I told you so
But you oughta know boy, boy, but you oughtta know
When I see you start to fall, I'm gonna let you fall
I'm gonna let you fall
How come such good things gotta end so bad?