I get up early just to sit around.  A cup of coffee, and I'm pacing the floor.  I'm way too wired, I can't settle down.  I smoked a pack between this morning and four.  The phone is ringing, man it never stops.  Seems like no one wants to pay to get in.  I hear the horn and Tim's on time for once.  He's standing curbside with a shit-eating grin.  We're east on 94, next stop Paluzzi's door.  Hit the bar and everything'll be alright.  T-T-Tonight.  The soundcheck's over so we're out of here.  Meet the boys and see the sights for awhile.  I feel alright, let's have another beer.  I'm looking good, although I'm so out of style.  Scene's like a clock, man I could set my watch.  You're fifteen minutes up and run out of time.  I hear you're big across the pond somewhere.  Call someone who cares, I'll loan you the dime.  We head back to the show.  I know the way to go.  Hit the bar and everything'll be alright.  T-T-Tonight.  The crowd is rowdy, getting out of hand.  I think the bass amp blew a couple of times.  I drank so much, man I could hardly stand.  I think I might've blown a couple of lines.  We're headed out the door, next stop!...T-T-Tonight.