I hate to do this
But you′re a pain in the neck
I thought you knew this
You′re handing me a canceled check
You′re so helpless
Your girlfriends think you′re a saint
I′ll give you a quarter
I′ll keep my judgements to myself
And I get caught up
In the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I don′t want to beg
It′s crystal clear
Your time is nearly gone
Count your blessings
And do the things that you should
O the has-beens
That never had it so good
Stormy weather
The kids are making a racket
In the wilderness
The wild lives are so mild
And I get caught up
In the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I don′t wanna beg
It′s crystal clear your time is nearly gone
Awe
And I get caught up
In the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I don′t wanna beg