Resting my head on my hand
There ain't nothing on TV tonight
So I take a walk to Pete's Liquor Store
I buy a bottle of King Cobra Ale
I sat on the curb and drank down the nerve
To talk to the girl on the corner
I said, honey, you look fine,
tonight will you be mine?
I promise that I'll shave my face
Put your hand in my pocket
and send my ass out into space
this has turned out to be
I got drunk I got laid now I'm
there's a man selling Jesus
there's a man selling lies
there's a talk show about women
who like sex with weird guys,
but I guess I'm a stranger
so goodnight, Saturday evening.
since my girlfriend walked out on me,
a story you've all heard before.
I come home from a hard day
I found a letter under the
I didn't want to hurt you
But thanks for the good times,
Your dinner's warm in the oven.
Then I banged on the wall
I've been living this way
I guess a lonely old man I will die
this has turned out to be.
now I'm back watching TV.
There's a man selling Jesus,
there's a man selling lies.
There's a talk show about women
who like sex with weird guys.
Well, I guess I'm a stranger
Amen. Say it again, Pippi.