Hey, you! Get off my cloud

You don't know me, and you don't know my style

Well I've been drinking about eight hours now

And it's only about three in the afternoon

A wise man told me there are just two paths

Yeah, you can make your mark, or you can make them laugh

I've been dropping jokes like they were mustard gas

So I guess we know which path that I'll be choosing

Saturday Night becomes Sunday morning

All that glory is gone

All that's left are these solo cups

That are scattered on my lawn

Knock on my door

Knock on my door

Don't wanna live this way no more

Is this really any way to live

Knock on my door

Knock on my door

Don't wanna live this way no more

Is this really any way to live

Shimmy shimmy y'all, shimmy yeah, shimmy yay

She hopped in that civic, and then she drove it away

That whole semester I thought about it every single day

But unlike that coupe I didn't do much moving

I don't know how it happened, but I still exist

Yes, I survived the Spring of 2006

It could have been alcohol poisoning, or just slitting my wrists

But somehow, somehow I made it through it

Saturday Night becomes Sunday morning

All that glory is gone

All that's left are these solo cups

That are scattered on my lawn

Knock on my door

Knock on my door

Don't wanna live this way no more

Is this really any way to live

Knock on my door

Knock on my door

Don't wanna live this way no more

Is this really any way to live

It's no damn way to live