Somebody slammed on the table to say we were finished Well, that was all right 'cause our good sense had long since been diminished And everyone was blind from staring way down past their noses The old times were swinging again, the subject was roses The newspaper man said "You're crazy to let it go sour." He said "I was singing your praises last night in the shower." But a fool is a fool when he starts believing his poses The old times were swinging again, the subject was roses He reached for his wallet and started to show me a picture I reached for my bible and started a-reading from scripture But he didn't laugh, I guess I'd stepped on his toes-es The peak was pa**ing us by, the subject was roses And they say a fool and his money soon gotta say goodbye But a drunk and his memory split when he starts getting high There's nothing to learn from the past when you get right down to it You'll do what you do when you do so you just gotta do it And I'll do whatever the situation proposes And I'll call it a night the next time the subject is roses