I slow down Purple Avenue      to March around in April's fools      Weather vanes remind      of the summertimes that I've left behind                  Money's gone for auld lang syne      I spent on Eastern Standard Time      whatever happened to my role(?)      September fell right through the hole      All I've got is empty pockets now                  Why does August try so hard      to hoist me on my own pitard?      I've learned one thing from how we were      that an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure                  The shadows fall, but I cannot thread      the tenor of the things you said      All that's left is flesh and bone      Lights are on but no one's home      All I've got is empty pockets now                  I spill myself another drink      I count the silver in the sink      The orchestra is blind      but I've never been the worrying kind                  Subsequently and furthermore      I'll sleep right here on the draining board      I'll never be paroled(?)      I like to drink them while they're cold      All I've got is empty pockets now.