There's a method to the madness, There's a feeling call it sadness
Gets ya happy then you're laughing, So you stay for a while
There's a girl at the bar falling hard for the hard stuff
Fell off from the top shelf, to the bottom of the well
She seems like a stranger but she's never met a stranger
I swear that she's been here before
She looks like a lover and feels like friend
And I don't think I'll see her again
Yeah he works in a factory, no, he doesn't drink daiquiris
Takes crown in a cup, when it's low fill it up
At the end of the work week, he throws a twenty at me
He says sing a song, but never sings along
He swears like a sailor, but he ain't no sailor
I swear that he's been here before
Goes down with his ship as the night closes in
I don't think I'll see him again
Musical
From Monday to Sunday we're living for someday
Count ninety nine to one day like bottles on the wall
And sometimes you wanna say, to hell with it all
So we live for the weekend like we're drinking for a living
This feels like we've been here before
It's quarter till two, we're three sheets to the wind
And I don't think I'll see you again
But I hope that I'll see you again