Titus Andronicus, Dan McGee - Theme from Cheers" lyrics
[Titus Andronicus, Dan McGee - Theme from Cheers" lyrics]
I'm sorry, Mama, but I've been drinking again
Me and the old man got us
A head start on the weekend
And rest assured
Tonight I'm going to be in Kevin's
Basement with all my friends
Provided we can get
Get our lazy asses down to Bottle King by ten
And the walk home is going to
Be a real shit show i'll be picking up
Half-smoked cigarette butts
All up and down Rock Road
And then to throw up in the
Warm glow of the traffic light
But, I'm gonna put the devil inside to
Sleep if it takes all night
So let's get fucked up
And let's pretend we're all okay
And if you've got something that
You can't live with
Save it for another day, all right?
Save it for another day
I'm sorry, Mama
But expect a call from the neighbors tonight
All of my asshole buddies are coming over and
They're feeling a little too all right
I'm sick and tired of everyone in
This town being so goddamn uptight
But don't you worry
I'll do all the talking when they
Turn on the flashing lights
When I'm an old man, I can be the quiet type
And I can go without a moment of
Fun for the rest of my life
I can read a good book
And I can be in bed by ten
And I can get up early, go
To work and come home
And start it all over again
But while we're young, boys
Everybody raise your glasses high
Singing, 'Here's to the good times
Here's to the home team
Kiss the good times goodbye, oh yeah
Kiss the good times goodbye'
I need a timeout
I need an escape from reality
Or else I need eternal darkness and death
I need an exit strategy
Down in North Carolina, i could have been a
Productive member of society
But these New Jersey cigarettes
And all they require
Have made a fucking junkie out of me
So give me a Guinness
Give me a Keystone Light
Give me a kegger on a Friday night
Give me anything but another year in exile
I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey right now
God knows how many times
I've said this before
But, I really don't feel
Like doing this anymore
So hey andy, let's turn into dirty old men
Close down the bar every night
At the Glen Rock Inn
Talk about our grandkids as we
Stroke our grey bears
Funny we're still doing carbombs after
All of these years
And I know there are bicycles waiting to ride
But, I could swear I heard
Voices from the other side, saying
'Wait until you see the whites of their eyes'
And now that I'm older, I look back and say
'What the fuck was it for anyway?'
For those dreams are lying in the
Still of the grave -
What the fuck were they for anyway?
So let it be on a stretcher
If I get carried away -
What the fuck was it for anyway?
Me and the old man got us
A head start on the weekend
And rest assured
Tonight I'm going to be in Kevin's
Basement with all my friends
Provided we can get
Get our lazy asses down to Bottle King by ten
And the walk home is going to
Be a real shit show i'll be picking up
Half-smoked cigarette butts
All up and down Rock Road
And then to throw up in the
Warm glow of the traffic light
But, I'm gonna put the devil inside to
Sleep if it takes all night
So let's get fucked up
And let's pretend we're all okay
And if you've got something that
You can't live with
Save it for another day, all right?
Save it for another day
I'm sorry, Mama
But expect a call from the neighbors tonight
All of my asshole buddies are coming over and
They're feeling a little too all right
I'm sick and tired of everyone in
This town being so goddamn uptight
But don't you worry
I'll do all the talking when they
Turn on the flashing lights
When I'm an old man, I can be the quiet type
And I can go without a moment of
Fun for the rest of my life
I can read a good book
And I can be in bed by ten
And I can get up early, go
To work and come home
And start it all over again
But while we're young, boys
Everybody raise your glasses high
Singing, 'Here's to the good times
Here's to the home team
Kiss the good times goodbye, oh yeah
Kiss the good times goodbye'
I need a timeout
I need an escape from reality
Or else I need eternal darkness and death
I need an exit strategy
Down in North Carolina, i could have been a
Productive member of society
But these New Jersey cigarettes
And all they require
Have made a fucking junkie out of me
So give me a Guinness
Give me a Keystone Light
Give me a kegger on a Friday night
Give me anything but another year in exile
I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey right now
God knows how many times
I've said this before
But, I really don't feel
Like doing this anymore
So hey andy, let's turn into dirty old men
Close down the bar every night
At the Glen Rock Inn
Talk about our grandkids as we
Stroke our grey bears
Funny we're still doing carbombs after
All of these years
And I know there are bicycles waiting to ride
But, I could swear I heard
Voices from the other side, saying
'Wait until you see the whites of their eyes'
And now that I'm older, I look back and say
'What the fuck was it for anyway?'
For those dreams are lying in the
Still of the grave -
What the fuck were they for anyway?
So let it be on a stretcher
If I get carried away -
What the fuck was it for anyway?