Let's figure out who's going to play.
I will stop in the beginning
and I will let you do two.
I like you in the beginning with me,
Kenny.
Alright.
One, two, one, two,
three.
Winter's come to this little town
Yellow school buses bring the kids around
I'm hidin' out like
some thief on the run
I'm hangin' out in a local bar,
it's a lot of fun
And I was not colorblind,
though I saw red most of the time
I admit she was a friend of mine,
though thought of you all of the time
It was wrong right down the line
She was the wrong astrological sign
She was a Pisces too
But it's up to you
Now hey mister,
can you spare a dime?
I'm gonna call my accountant,
he's a good friend of mine
And money's tight,
that makes good sense
My pockets are empty,
that's no coincidence
Cause you thought I was heaven sent
I thought you were kind of bent
Cause I would rather live in a tent
And never make one red cent
Cause when I started to pay the rent
It was putting my feet right in cement
You say now that's not true,
but it's up to you
And I wrote you at the time,
I poured my heart into every line
I said babe we're just not your kind,
so you're sick too
Never thought you'd sue,
but it's up to you
And if you see me on the
streets at night,
let's say hello,
but let's keep it light.
Don't mention the weather,
that's much too heavy for me.
Whatever you do,
don't talk about your family
But it's just a song I wrote
Haven't really lost my hope
You see, I'm completely off the dope
Except for an occasional smoke
I stay home and I listen to folk
I sit in the bathtub and I soak
For kicks I call dial -a -joke,
I'm living on potato chips and coke
I write myself lots of nasty notes,
I watch movies about sinking boats
Now there's a moral here too,
but it's up to you
When I wrote you at the time,
I poured my heart into every line
I said, babe, I'm just not your kind,
for your sake too
But it's up to you, it's up to you
But it's up to you, it's up to you
It's up to you, it's up to you,
it's up to you, it's up to you.