Ahhhh. Roll out the big one.
You only got one finger left, and it's pointing at the door
And you're taking for granted what the Lord's laid on the floor
So I'm picking up the pieces and I'm putting them up for sale
Throw your meal ticket out the window, put your skeletons in jail

'Cause Lord only knows it's gettin' late
Your senses are gone, so don't you hesitate
To give yourself a call, let your bottom dollars fall
Throwin' your two-bit cares down the drain

Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man
You'll do whatever you please and I'll do whatever I can
Titanic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink
Don't call us when the new age gets old enough to drink

'Cause Lord only knows it's gettin' late
Your senses are gone, so don't you hesitate
Move on up the hill, there's nothing dead left to kill
Throwin' your two-bit cares down the drain

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Just passin' through
Odelay odelay odelay odelay
Goin' back to Houston, do the hot dog dance
Goin' back to Houston to get me some pants