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Cheap Wine
It's happened all over again
You're knocking but you can't come in
And every one is staring at your tie
They don't look you in the eye
It looks like you hit the big time
And the big time hits and then it smacks you in the face
So jump right out of the rat race
Don't even try to take their last place
Give up... get up... get off.
Get out there on your own.
Look out, calm down
They're takin' you downtown
Get in, blow kisses
It gets no better than this
I'm living by and large in the back of a beat up car
This way I'm always close to home
Come over anytime;
We'll open a bottle of cheap wine
And wake up stinking like a Wild Irish Rose
You waited to stand in line
You made it; they picked your mind
They taught you how to win and then they changed the rules.
You let'em go play the game;
By saying it's all the same
"What goes around, it comes around." You're playin' it cool
But you keep climbin' the hill; and start to feel a chill
They'll knock you down the second they catch you standin' still.
You're lookin' for something to do.
It's much better than what you knew
Just take one step off to the side.
Don't bother to fight the tide
Just ditch the coat and the tie
Raise your glass up
Hey, let's drink to what's around
Don't ever let it get you down - this lame, old lazy town
Just grow some roots but don't ever let'em touch the ground.
Can't Get With It
"Get with, get with,
Get with the program," said the girl
With the light in her eyes shining in my face
"You've made a choice.
It's clear you've got no taste. Look how you fit together...
Well you can't get with it."
She went on to say that
What I wore wouldn't get me through.
Dressed like a plane crash
Wearin' nine different shades of blue
I'm a fashion disaster
I can't get with it
I don't want to try
I can't get with it
I think I know why I can't get with it
I don't want to try
I can't get with it
I think I'll get by just like I am
Look out below
My sense for fashion's called the last one on the scene
What I put on just puts me somewhere in between
The bad and the ugly - but I know no limit
I'll put it together any little bitty piece to fit my form
What's out of place to you is what I call the norm
I see how it fits together
But I can't get with it
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