Your glass is almost empty but your plate is left untouched
You leave home with the promise you won't be drinking much
You get in someone else's car, thinking "who is this?"
Little do they know that you're much older, and do not come in peace.
And there's a thousand streets to beat
And there's no reason to be neat
A serious man might think that's funny
But that's right up your alley
Oh, why disagree when you always say please?
Oh well, you're martyrs of the night now, no one else even comes close
You less this expedition to perdition and then doze off
You wake up with the feeling you've been missing out
Little do they know that you are married, or what you're on about
And there's a thousand streets to beat
And there's no reason to be neat
A serious man might think that's funny
But that's right up your alley
Oh, why disagree when you always say please?
And there's a thousand streets to beat
And there's no reason to be neat
A serious man might think that's funny
But that's right up your alley
Oh, why disagree when you always say please?