Happy New Year

How long till next year?

Three and half minutes

I'm giving up my vices

I'm going back, back to school

Eviction or not, this week's been so hot

As long as I've got you I know I'll be cool

I couldn't cut the love code, dear

Till you made the lock on my heart explode

It's gonna be a happy new year

A happy new year

Coast is clear

You're supposed to be working

That's for midnight

Where are they?

There isn't much time

Maybe they're dressing

I mean what does one wear that's apropos for a party

That's also a crime?

Chips anyone?

You could take the girl out of Hicksville

But you can't take the Hicksville out of the girl

My writing got you on TV

I deserve a royalty

Be nice you two you know push and pain

Don't mind if I do

No luck?

A total dead end

Just like my ex-girlfriend

Honey, I know you're there

Please pick up the phone

Are you okay?

It's not funny

It's not fair

How can I atone?

Are you okay?

I lose control

But I can learn to behave

Give me  one more chance

Let me be your slave

I'll kiss your Doc Martins

Let me kiss your Doc Martins

Your every wish, I will obey

That might be okay

Down, girl

Heel, stay

I did a bit of research with my friends at legal aid

Technically your squatters, there's hope

But just in case

Row!

We can hoist the line

To the fire escape

And tie on that

That bench

I can't take this as chums

Start hoisting, wench

I think I should be laughing

Yet I forget, forget how to begin

I'm feeling something inside again

I still can't decide

If I should hide or make a wide open grave

Last week

I wanted just to disappear

My life was dusk

But now it just may be a happy new year

A happy new year

Bond, James Bond

And Pussy Galore

In person, Pussy

You came prepared

I was a boy scout once

And a brownie, until some brat got scared

Aha, money penny

My martini

Will bad champagne do?

Uh that's shaken, not stirred

Pussy the bolt

Just say the word

Two minutes left to execute our plans

Where's everyone else?

Playing Spider-Man

Ironic, close up tight

On the phone machines, red light

Once the bowl hole boys are gone

The power mysteriously comes on