Where are you now   We’re over here   We’ve got those empty pockets   And we can’t afford the beer   Smoking holes and we’ve got only dreams   And we’re so damn drunk we can’t see the stairs         The apple cart upset my head’s little brain   This little moon in the sky upset my head with a brain      I saw it yippee, I did, I swear   Walking through the hallway   Crawling up the stairs   And baby baby baby baby baby bekila   Given up on whisky   Taken up with tequila   I’m on my own in my blind alley   I turn myself around   So it’s swallowing me      Watch the guitar   Watch the guitar      Groovy groovy people   We’re all groovy groovy people   Groovy groovy people   We’re all groovy groovy people   Groovy groovy people   Groovy groovy people      I wonder why   ____________   ____________   ____________   Me and the wall   We’re okay, we’re okay      The boom-boom box says there’s nothing to fear   It may be hell down there   ’cause it’s heaven up here   I’d have given forever for a few good years   But too much of a much isn’t   Too much you hear      The hammer on my chest was _____   The anvil on my bed it was a domino _____      And at the bottom   We’ll take the bottle   We’ll take a sip