Look at you
You disgust me
Sitting there staring at me
Giving me no more respect
Than the images on your TV

Well, I have a wish for you
Oh, I have a wish for you

May all your mornings be bright
May all your wool stockings fit a little too tight
May alarms that sound on the cars around town
Their owners never be found

Your palate is dry
And your tongue is green
ThatÂ’s me in your head
Telling you to stay off my scene

YouÂ’re drunk
And I suppose thatÂ’s your excuse
But really,
You know IÂ’m not the anchor of the ten oÂ’clock news

A toast to you
My inappropriate friends
Godspeed to the bathroom tiles
Your unbridled ignorance truly offends

ItÂ’s a drinking song in the grande style.