It''s easier, it's what they want
2nd degree is less than hot
But not enough to stop the crowd 
From putting coats on, heading for the door
YOUR AGE OF IRONY IS SMALL,
SO CAUTIOUS AND SO FEARFUL
ALL OF YOUR DILEMNAS DON'T DEFINE
SECOND OF MY PARTY TIME
MY PARTY TIME
All the same, a job's a job
But you're the best at what you do
I wish I had a fraction of
fraction of your sleight of hand
YOUR AGE...
To Disappear so easily
Cover fear so joylessly
I'd rather risk being seen
Than disappear so easily
MY PARTY TIME