Ahhhh. Roll out the big one. 
You only got one finger left, and it's pointing at the door 
And you're taking for granted what the Lord's laid on the floor 
So I'm picking up the pieces and I'm putting them up for sale 
Throw your meal ticket out the window, put your skeletons in jail 

'Cause Lord only knows it's gettin' late 
Your senses are gone, so don't you hesitate 
To give yourself a call, let your bottom dollars fall 
Throwin' your two-bit cares down the drain 

Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man 
You'll do whatever you please and I'll do whatever I can 
Titanic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink 
Don't call us when the new age gets old enough to drink 

'Cause Lord only knows it's gettin' late 
Your senses are gone, so don't you hesitate 
Move on up the hill, there's nothing dead left to kill 
Throwin' your two-bit cares down the drain 

Yeah, odelay odelay odelay odelay [Orale] 
Just passin' through 
Odelay odelay odelay odelay 
Goin' back to Houston, do the hot dog dance 
Goin' back to Houston to get me some pants