Look at you   You disgust me   Sitting there staring at me   Giving me no more respect   Than the images on your TV      Well, I have a wish for you   Oh, I have a wish for you      May all your mornings be bright   May all your wool stockings fit a little too tight   May alarms that sound on the cars around town   Their owners never be found      Your palate is dry   And your tongue is green   That’s me in your head   Telling you to stay off my scene      You’re drunk   And I suppose that’s your excuse   But really,   You know I’m not the anchor of the ten o’clock news      A toast to you   My inappropriate friends   Godspeed to the bathroom tiles   Your unbridled ignorance truly offends      It’s a drinking song in the grande style.