I never had a lot to bring to the party 
But a self-importance far beyond vanity 
And a manic depression that just wouldn't go away 
Like Peckinpaw with a bouquet of poison ivy 

How many six packs does it take to screw in a light 
It's good to be alive baby, sometimes it's alright 

Nothing like a little vacation once in awhile 
At the Cable Car Hotel San Francisco style 
For three nights and three days  
Jesus hung on a boom box while it played 
Every single song ever sung by Billie Holiday 

How many six packs does it take to screw in a light 
It's good to be alive baby, sometimes it's alright

Afterwards I'm on California Street looking at the sky 
The sun is going down pouring salt into my eyes 
Like he said: When the light goes out so does fear 
And you only see beauty as it begins to disappear

How many six packs does it take to screw in a light 
It's good to be alive baby, sometimes it's alright