As the intoxication flows
My sweet inebriation grows
When martinis pass my lips
All my quips get razor tips
Don’t you know you shouldn’t do that
Don’t you know you’ll mess the carpet
Oh, it’s just like Sister Ray says
Come back to me awhile
Change your style again
Come back to me awhile
Change your taste in men
I have been out wanderin’
I have traveled far
One conclusion I have made
Is God don’t own a car
Y’know, this would all work if we could get William Shatner to sing it! 
You must take my word
If there’s a God up in Heaven
He owns a silver Thunderbird
They were long and low and sleek and fast
They were all you ever heard
Back in ‘55
We were makin’ thunderbirds
And she’ll have fun fun fun
'til her daddy takes her T-bird away
She’s a demon
Behind the wheel
Thinks she’s drivin’
The Batmobile
YADDAYI YADDAYIY DAAA!!! (horn fanfare)
tch-tch
NANA NANA NANA NANA
NANA NANA NANA NANA…
Which is camel for, “What the heck did he say anyway?”
Driving around all wacked on the scooby snacks
But the Hedgehog can never be buggered …
(Oops! Getting vulgar at this hour means I need more espresso)
I can see the beauty treatment draining from your face
It is vision free, it’s poor bugger me
Something less than grand Redneck Wonderland
I walk the line between good and evil…
My rent is sixty-five a day…
Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me…
Life unwinds like a cheap sweater,
but since I gave up hope I feel a lot better.
We’re just two lost souls
swimmin’ in a fish bowl,
year after year.
Runnin’ over the same old ground,
what have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
And you read your Emily Dickenson
And I my Robert Frost
And we note our place with book markers
To measure what we’ve lost
What are you waiting for? A written invitation? A public delcaration? A private consolation?