Texty: Fastball. The Harsh Light Of Day. Whatever Gets You On.

I picked up the paper
flipped through the pages
reached for my coffee cup
yes, I'm still waking up
late in the day now
what can I say now
some folks are morning people
I never was one of those
all the same
I get in the game
give me muddy, muddy water
now I'm feeling better
you know whatever gets you on
and keeps you up right past the dawn
I'm feeling good now
I'm feeling great now
let's do the town now
vodka and tonic, a touch of the chronic
I'd trade my days for nights
I love the city lights
It's none of your business
who I might sleep with
some things are bad for me
and some things I just can't resist
all the same (I don't worry)
I get in the game (I don't worry)
give me muddy, muddy water
now I'm feeling better
you know, whatever gets you on
and keeps you up right past the dawn
I'm feeling good now
I'm feeling great now
let's do the town now
I'm feeling so free-wheelin'
that it's so hard to contain
fascinate me, medicate me
'cause I can't get over the pain
picked up the paper
flipped through the pages
coffee and cigarettes
turned on the tv set
night time is falling
people are calling
I like to watch them run
round and round and round and round
you know, whatever gets you on
and keeps you up right past the dawn
I'm feeling good now
I'm feeling great now
let's do the town now