The night's coming alive outside
And there's me and my guitar and Kentucky rye, uh huh
Maybe I should join the escapade
Instead of staring down at this blank white page, uh huh
I could take a stool at the palace bar
Flirt a little while with the bartender, uh huh
I swear to god, she knows my name
She refuses to use it
To her, we're all the same, uh huh
I could buy a drink for a pretty girl
Those young ones are always off shooting pool, uh huh
Oh, listen to me, Mr. Peter Pan
Them girls live in Never Never Land
I'm better off with a girl my age
A spinster or a divorcée, uh huh
Well here I am, a divorcé too
With a potbelly and a jagged tooth, uh huh
I patrol the bars with my gut s**ed in
Trying to find my next victim, uh huh
It's the ugliest men think they can always do better
They've been hypnotized by the magazine covers, uh huh
I could saddle up with the town floozy
And maybe she'd be thinking the same about me, uh huh
We can march down Central Avenue
A telltale parade for self-inflated youth, uh huh
In bed we can share emotional scars
Your dead-eyed dad, my AWOL mom
It doesn't matter if you're quick or not
It's a competition of who gets who off, uh huh
The night's coming alive outside
As I scribble down these senseless rhymes, uh huh
My life is full of melody, but rarely ever harmony, uh huh
So here I am, a desperate man
At 2 a.m. with this tune in my head, uh huh
I don't need another foolish fling
As long as I got a song, uh huh