Please take care of yourself   Was the last thing I said   Right before that operator made us disconnected      Please take care of yourself   Was the last thing I said   Right before that operator made us disconnected      If you can’t hear me right now   I’ve got a formula vow   That swears I’ll do my best    to figure out this situation      First of all   I’ll explain why I cost all that water   and never fixed that leaking pipe   That floods us to the ceiling   An empty shot glass doesn’t lie   So I fulfilled my appetite   And crossed my fingers   That the good Lord would take care of you and I again      So now that I sound dead   I’ll try the road surrounded   And make sure that the bottle never bothers us again   I promise this time really   I’m cleaning up sincerely   I’ll make sure that the devil never bothers you again      How I wish that you’d sold    me on all of those big goads   Like being a good father   not a careless liar   Am I really that old,    Ignorant or too slow   to realize I’ve lost my golden ticket back home