Working & Drinking

I had a dream that we were coming down
We were coming down, but you were too strung out to see it
I had a dream that we wore golden crowns and purple gowns
We ruled a suburban kingdom
I had a dream that we were settled down in a normal town
We were absolutely ordinary
I had a dream we owned a big old house and gigantic frowns
It was actually kinda scary

But I'm the man of my dreams when I'm dreaming
At least that's how it seems to be seeming
During those six short hours between
Working and drinking
Working and drinking
Working and drinking
Working and drinking

I had a dream that we were hiccup drunk in a pickup truck
Up on the tracks out in Azusa
I had a dream that we were singing songs, they were slow and long
We sang them all with Ricky Sousa
I had a dream that we were selling out to get cash and clout
And ending up in all the movies
I had a dream that we could twist and shout and break it down
But we've forgotten what was groovy

But I'm the man of my dreams when I'm dreaming
At least that's how it seems to be seeming
During those six short hours between
Working and drinking
Oh, baby, working and drinking
Oh, baby, working and drinking
Oh, honey, working and drinking

Well, I've only got one match left to light two cigarettes
On those three ten minute breaks I just know I ain't ever gonna get
But I'll take life on the chin, long as I got Jack and Jim
This here guitar, and all my wonderful holiday friends