Well It's Good Afternoon Cuz' I slept in much too long, Well I woke up today, sixty days on And I would not even be here, If I stuck with that same Old Song And Dance. With the booze and pills and powders, And the bloodymary mornings, Red headed sluts and car bombs Irish Whiskey and Scotch everything The heroin, cocaine and morphine Ecstasy, Opium and Wine, Uppers, Downers, Siders And Alaskan Girls will kick your ass With Northern Lights and Southern Comfort Good weed, bad weed, hash and hypnotized. Tequila and cheap beer, Belgian beers' the best But I could never get enough Ativans Said, Xanies and Valiums' the stuff, Got me feelin' good but lookin' rough And I never found Paote So if it's great, be sure and let me know Cuz' the mushrooms and acid did just fine Oh, thank you drugs we had us a time, yo Thanks for all the fun And the seven times in jail but now I'm done And I wish you the best Be sure to call me every now and then, But mostly then I hope you're satisfied Cuz' you should be Dear Old Song and Dance When I put you first and missed that day I knew I had to hit the brakes I was sick and tired of waking up With a dead man in my eyes Now if you're Dutch, You can laugh, The rest of you can all fuck off. Thank God I'm getting older, And just now learning who I am. I'm getting older, And learning who I am And waking up sober in Amsterdam