By michael mcdonald and bernie chiaravalle Starin' back at a room full of strange faces I sense another welcome worn thin A bartender sayin' "son take it outside" "take it out the door you brought it in" He said, he don't wanna hear about my problem Or why i think i got it so tough He said guys like me come a dime a dozen That my only problem is knowin' when i've had enough (but) how can i have too much? How can i have to much of somethin' i can't get enough of? You said it so well in your letter baby You gave me every reason why Girl you sure use a lot of paper, just to say good-bye Well here's to the good times Here's to the way we were Here's to how you tried to be my lover Now you wanna be a friend and tell me I'm a man who simply needs too much But how can i have too much? How can i have to much of somethin' i can't get enough of?