Time to get up, but I can't move What did I do last night Am I home, are these my clothes I hope my car's all right At least it's Sunday-no, it's Monday I better call in dead Well, I might get by, but I'm so burnt I can't get out of bed Will I make it through the Eighties I-I-I don't know Will I make it through the Eighties A-tumbling like a domino Will I make it through the Eighties Hope so Thirty-two steps from here to downstairs I step on a cat, trip over a chair Nothing in the fridge, nothing on TV Well, Sylvia Plath's got nothing on me Dig through the ashtrays and light up a bu*t Sitting here looking like I don't know what Bit off more than my mind could chew Shower or suicide, what do I do Will I make it through the Eighties I-I-I don't know Will I make it through the Eighties A-tumbling like a domino Will I make it through the Eighties Hope so Time to grow up, start living right Stop sleeping all day, playing all night Enough is enough, gonna do it or die Is that the phone ringing—"Oh, Steve honey, hi A concert tonight—yeah, that sounds great But I burned myself out, I can't stay out that late No, I mean it this time, I'm taking it slow Got a backstage pa**—all right, let's go" Will I make it through the Eighties I-I-I don't know Will I make it through the Eighties A-tumbling like a domino Will I make it through the Eighties Wind me up and watch me go Will I make it through the Eighties Hope so