I'm going out
I don't care to part my hair on weekends.
I'll hit the town
And look for my peeps under the street-side lights
Carry off each other's frown
Look you'll see me upside-down
With some poor old dressing gown
Tryin' to wash the worry out
We've got no gold
You just stare as I declare the evenings come
Shake the sun's weight from us
So we can sing 'Shamona! ' all night!
Carry off each other's frown
Look you'll see me upside-down
With some poor old dressing gown
Tryin' to wash the worry out
We're underneath
All the things you'd need
To commandeer us
Looking through your feet
There's a chance you'll see
Just how my home-boys ride
Carry off each other's frown
Look you'll see me upside-down
With some poor old dressing gown
Tryin' to wash the worry out
