Six Little Songs

1.
I've got a picture tube that sometimes gets a picture
A weekly room at the Cardinal Hotel
My attitude is a sophisticated mixture
Of "What, me worry?" and "What in the hell?"
And the secret of my success
Why I'm ahead of all the rest
Why the girls are so impressed
That I'm the best

Medication

Medication, my life is blur
I feel so fuzzy
So warm and secure
I'm on medication

Medication, every three hours
Keeps me out of jail and out of clock towers
And when my mind is on vacation
You best believe it, I'm on medication

2.
Why am I standing when I could be sitting?
Why am I swallowing when I could be spitting?
Why am I sipping when I could be slurping?
Why am I exploding when I could be burping?
Why am I quiet when I could be talking?
Why am I romantic when I could be stalking you?
Why am I asking all these stupid questions?

3.
Help me up
I'm not the man I used to be
I seem to have lost a step
Since last year when I turned twenty-three

Well, I'm a total failure
At least, that's what I've been told
I'm over the hill, I'm past my prime
I'm way too old

So, help me up
I'm not the man I used to be

You know, I never fought a war
I was never lost at sea
My knees are pretty shaky
And my back is killing me

Honey, help me up
I'm not the man I used to be
I said, help me up
I'm not the man I used to be

4.
I, I can't, I can't stop
I can't stop myself thinking about you
You, you don't, you don't even
You don't even know that I'm thinking about you

And if somebody told you
You probably wouldn't care
A girl like you can find a boy like me
Almost anywhere

So, so I, so I guess
So I guess I'll sit here thinking about you
You, you, you
Forever

5.
I never thought I'd be inside of your apartment
I never thought I'd see the inside of your apartment
Well, look at all those family pictures
You think you got enough?
Look at all those animals
I sure am glad they're stuffed
You always seem to be so immaculately groomed
But this place is a pig sty
No, a pig wouldn't go near this room
I never thought I'd be inside of your apartment
But here I am
But here I am
But here I am
But here I am

6.
The fat lady sings, the credits roll
Won't you drive carefully on your way home
The house lights go up and the curtains close
God bless you all, thanks a lot, wherever you roam
Au revior, adios, guten nacht, ciao
Au revior, adios, guten nacht, ciao
Novessa blease, nacho cheese, sprechen sie, genovese
Au revior, adios, guten nacht, ciao
Fine', fineto, bellisimo, kaput
The End
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