Well, a person can work up a mean, mean thirst
 After a hard day of nothin' much at all
 The summer's past, it's too late to cut the grass
 There ain't much to rake anyway in the fall

 Sometimes I just ain't in the mood
 To take my place in the back with the loudmouths
 You're like a picture on the fridge that's never stocked with food
 I used to live at home, now I stay at the house

 And everybody wants to be special here
 They call your name out loud and clear
 [bad word] a regular, call out your name
 [bad word] a regular, am I the only one here today?

 Well, a drinkin' buddy, that's bound to another town
 Once the police came and took you away
 And even if you're in the arms of someone's baby now
 I'll take a great big whiskey to you anyway

 And everybody wants to be someone's here
 Someone's gonna show up, never fear
 'Cause [bad word] a regular, call out your name
 [bad word] a regular, am I the only one who feels ashamed?

 Kneeling alongside old sad eyes
 He says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shut
 All I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buy
 The fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts

 First the lights then the collar goes up and the wind begins to blow
 Turn your back on a pay-you-back last call
 First the glass then the leaves that pass [bad word] the snow
 Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall