Walk four blocks, quicken your pace 'til you're tumbling Lost my socks; thought I had bet on a sure thing Worn through Keds have nothing on drunk desperation It depends on just how much you want to take on Who needs friends who think you're just someone to flake on Conventions could use a good saturday break from Left behind on Water Street, you Ought to see the twos and threes you Were relyin'that's where i fly in You may find that it's hard to just trust me In this frightening friday night race Can you tell that my chivalry's rusty Don't be scared, 'cause my heart's in it's right place Relishing in lows and highs, I Ought to see the four and fives I Was ignoring That's when you horn in