Drink up son, drink up, go on,
Drink up son,
The nerve to come in here,
Dreaming, scheming, trying on uniforms
Turn your crowded ear to the street,
Hear the wheels turning on the street,
Step out into the street and watch the people,
Tell me, why do they run around?
Dry up son, dry up, go on,
Hold your place,
Don’t listen to the zealots
Sing a song if it’s there,
But bring it back home
Back to the stomachs,
Back to the me and mine,
Back to the stomachs,
Back to the roof and the flame
Turn your crowded ear to the street,
Hear the wheels turning on the street,
Step out into the street and watch the people,
Tell me, why do they run around?
Drink up son, drink up, go on
Drink up son,
I’ve done a bit of dreaming, myself
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