Take your time
Get back to me
When feeling more
Then separately
We rent the space
We sign the bill
We mess and leave
We have our fill

It’s 5 O’Clock
So pass it ’round
We ran so far
We can’t be found
Your parents they
Can’t get you here
So what they say
Can’t lend ya fear

My mama taught me fiercely,
“Son don’t try to be polite.
Don’t put on airs, be debonair,
It’s good to start a fight.
‘Cause when your down and dusting
Folks will know well what you’ve done
No worries, guts you’re busting
Gonna feel what all you won.”

Can I get a hey-oh
Can I get a hi~
I never well thought a moment gonna pass me
By!

Can I get a HEY-oh!
Don’t ask me why~
It’s been a long, long day, but I think it’s gonna be alright

What then’s the purpose
Does anyone deserve this
Comin’ round to serve it again

Everyone’s gawkin’
The coot gets to talkin’
The realists are playin’ pretend