so lets all raist a toast   to my pretty pretty host   her fingers crawl across the keys   to please those who wouldnt leave   so consider the ghosts as guests   disease and all the rest   (and we could dance on the roofs like we were brand new    and all the sheets in town would all be in use)   when the sun comes up   we could make em all leave   we could make em all leave   we could make em all leave   well wake to find the ears of our toast   hanging up on a telephone pole   blowin in new england days   just as white flags showin their age   a white flag showin its age   just white flags showin their age