There's no time - a few hours to sleep  Just drive 'til tomorrow  Here I go - my drunk tank's on empty  I've run low on sorrow  One last demon drop is all that's left from our last trip  And that is the taste of you, of you  Auld Lang Syne you're drunk all the time  Sing happy new year  Here's my crime: dried up twists of lime  Is all we have left here  But if I've had just one thing that  Could tranquilize my mind - it's all in a drink  Of you, of you  Oh little one it's you, it's you  Are you Jean of Arc or Marie Antoinette?  Did you come here to remember or to forget  As silly as it seems it only happens when I dream  All at one time of you, of you  The truth is in your teeth  Because your smile's beyond belief  And all that is true of you, of you  © 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI