Some, son of a son
Son of a gun
Better wash his shoes
'Cause there's no shame
On the black-top, honey

Hum, hum as a drum
Having no fun
Maybe you've been there too
It's not so bad
To drink alone

Things are looking up
'Cause I'm falling out
Of my chair again
Looks like they've cut me off
Right on, right on

Bum's gone with the rain
Looking for heaven
But any old change will do
I'm looking for someone
To share my kingdom to

Know 'em all over town
Will be in the mail[?]
But I just bend the truth
It's not so bad
To drink alone
That date I had
I made it up
When it's time to pay my time
I'll be gone

Things are looking up
'Cause I'm falling out
Of my chair again
Looks like they've cut me off
Right on, right on

Comfortable, faithful ones
I've got a ten in my pocket
It's saying that I'll be okay

Everyone, summon one and all
I've got a dollar, that's something
I'm ready to give it away

Things are looking up
'Cause I'm falling out
Of my chair again
Looks like they've cut me off
Right on