Stuck listening for amusement   To tall tales of perfect unions   Knocked out in the free round   The view sways into carpet   And gives way to blacking out   You oughta be here, dear      With your nice cars and old man bars   Well give me a break, make him strong this time   All your bad plays, morning after days   Don't mean a thing to this hair-of-the-dog crowd   You say she needs it   Do you think she needs it   The trouble with you is you just can't see the truth   We'll meet at your house, have it all out   Pull your clothes off let's get this over with      Wash your mouth out   Swirl it around      Booth-sitter, trash-tipper   All your weak complaints    They're just one more day gone wrong   You think she needs you   Show it cold-strutter, bad lover   Hot shit, sugar rim licker      It's the twelfth night of the twelfth of never   We're just as classic and nowhere as pleasant