(Benson/Falkner)
Drip drip drip drip outside my window
A head full of zip sleeps on my pillow
And it must be a phase that I'm in
Coz I can't explain to begin
Could be a permanent thing
But it feels like a meaningless fling
The man in the pink such a mild-mannered fellow
He gave me a wink and a good-natured hello
Lately I'm tired all the time
Guilty of the worst kind of crime
A game I can't possibly win
When I keep getting kicked in the shin
I'm just so far gone
I don't know what planet I'm on
I wanna come down
Taken it hard for so long
I don't now what's right or what's wrong with me
I'm coming down
(Such a funny creature)
When I drink I feel mellow
And if I think I'm Saul Bellow
And lately I do as I please
Don't much care who disagrees
Could be a permanent thing
Feels like a meaningless fling
And they say that I'm just a pleasure seeker
