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{(Ahh) Who are the big one?} You only got one finger left And it's pointin' at the door And you're takin' for granted What the Lord's laid on the floor So I'm pickin' up the pieces And I'm puttin' them up for sale Throw your meal ticket out the window Put your skeletons in jail 'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late Your senses are gone, so don't you hesitate To give yourself a call, let your bottom dollars fall Throwing your two bit cares down the drain Invite me to the seven seas Like some seasick man You will do whatever you please And I'll do whatever I can Titanic, fare thee well My eyes are turnin' pink Don't call us when the new age Gets old enough to drink 'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate You move on up the hill but there's nothin' there left to kill Throwin' your two bit cares down the drain Yea Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay Just passin' through Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay (Yaa) Goin' back to Houston (Yaa) To the House Of Dance Goin' back to Houston (Yaa) To get me some pants