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