"Set me up", says the man with a tall order And age old tale, undersigned Post script- "I ran out of space" And "I can still smile with the taste of zig-zag" What's a mile a minute to somebody Walking backwards in daylight savings time? Not very fast I guess Go on, take my advice brother Skip out on the bill, and piss on the rest Sitting in my beater Dead of winter, busted heater And it always feels like quitting time I wanna pull you from my mind Hold you in my hands, and let you unwind In a harvest of sepia, you came as ox blood Wednesday was a ruby, and Thursday was a flood And I'm beloved by the loved, who love to love And I can still cut loose on a weekday night