One of my shortest song titles ever? A right corker of a title as well.
lyrics
We're getting along in years
Not so much in person
But honey, dry your tears
It'll only take five more beers
To cut the tension in the air between us, so
We're coming along just fine
You've got a long, long list
And I my long, long ladder
But I've got two strong fists
For such a foolish songstress
And you stare with those idle eyes
But there's nothing to see here--
Move it along
Or prove me wrong
Make all my best nightmares come true
For all the shit I get from you
You're not giving me much to work with
Or am I doing it wrong?
I don't do much
I think too much
And you taint everything you touch
And I started out far from perfect
So sing me a song
And if you're going somewhere with this
Bring me along
You've forgotten I'm a idiot
And I just don't understand
It's a burden and a pity but it's true
And from where I'm sitting
This is getting out of hand
But I am willing to take it much further than you
And I've got thick, thick skin
Your weaponry is useless
So you can see what a pickle you're in
The flood slows to a trickle
I win again and retain my title of grand champion
Which I've held for a long, long time
And then the unpleasantness begins
You act and I feel foolish
The butterflies and shaking shins
The feeling of taking it on the chin
The baroque blow-by-blow
And the roccoco afterglow
I've seen it all
So I don't mind
Yeah, I'm doing fine
It's all the same old song and dance
You can pout and cast a longing glance
But you can't dissuade me
So give me a sign
That there's a part of your pure heart
That can finish what you start
C'mon, draw your sword and slay me
Or sing me a song
And when it reaches its crescendo
Ring the alarm
Bring it on
And if I'm not content to let go
String me along
credits
from Yes Boss,
released June 9, 2008
(c) Graham Smith, Thayer McClanahan, Ryan Smith, Mike Fadem