I hate to do this
But youre a pain in the neck
I thought you knew this
Youre handing me a canceled check
Youre so helpless
Your girlfriends think youre a saint
Ill give you a quarter
Ill keep my judgments to myself
And I get caught up
In the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I dont want to beg
Its crystal clear
Your time is nearly gone
Count your blessings
And do the things that you should
O the has-beens
That never had it so good
Stormy weather
The kids are making a racket
In the wilderness
The wild lives are so mild
And I get caught up
In the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I dont wanna beg
Its crystal clear
Your time is nearly gone
And I get caught up
In the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I dont wanna beg
Its crystal clear
Your time is nearly gone