Somebody slammed on the table
Well, that was alright 'cause our good
sense had long since diminished
And everyone was blind from staring
way down past their noses
The old times were swinging again,
The newspaper man said you're
He said I was singing your praises
But a fool is a fool when he starts
The glasses were drained again,
He reached for his wallet and
started to show me a picture
I reached for my bible and started
Yeah, but he didn't laugh,
I guess I stepped on his toe- ses
The peak was passing us by,
A fool and his money soon
But a drunk and his memories splits
when he starts getting high
There's nothing to worry from the past
when you get right down to it
You'll do what you do and you
do so you just got to do it
and I'll call it a night the next
time the subject is roses
Yeah, I'll call it a night the next
time the subject is roses
Yeah, I'll call it a night the next
time the subject is roses
