The decorations are drab It's dirty and it smells You don't have to be mad to work here But it helps The temptation to fail Would make a Boots bunny cry You need the patience of a snail Just to get by Today the police came And paid a visit to the slums Exchanging rock 'n' roll concert tickets For guns If you supply the wool They can make you a star But if the ashtrays are full You might have to sell the car When you don't wanna be The life and soul of the party anymore And the birthday cake Was baked to make you cry When you don't wanna dance to the rock 'n' roll That your radio's for You wanna call it a day Crawl away and die So do I There's a place you sometimes go When you can't face your own shadow They've got an old jukebox Supposed to keep you entertained But all the records s** They wind you up They drive you insane This funeral director geezer Comes not to bury Caesar I only come to praise you Because I feel the same too Maybe we should hit the coast hard To the scene of a saucy postcard Or to Paris for a wilting flower To get an eyeful of the tower Because there's a sadness in those eyes As the life and soul of the party Dies No you don't wanna be The life and soul of the party anymore And the birthday cake was baked to make you cry No you don't wanna dance to the rock 'n' roll That your radio's for You wanna call it a day Crawl away and die So do I