(Benson/Falkner)



Drip, drip, drip, drip outside my window

A head full of zip sleeps on my pillow

And it must be a phase that I'm in

'Cause I can't explain to begin

It could be a permanent thing

But it feels like a meaningless fling



The man in the pink: such a mild-mannered fellow

He gave me a wink and a good-natured hello

Lately I'm tired all the time

Guilty of the worst kind of crime

Oh, a game I can't possibly win

When I keep getting kicked in the shin



And I'm just so far gone

And I don't know what planet I'm on

I wanna come down

'Cause I've taken it hard for so long

I don't now what's right or what's wrong with me

I'm coming down

Such a funny creature



When I drink, I feel mellow

And if I think, I'm Saul Bellow

And lately I do as I please

I don't much care who disagrees

And it might be a permanent thing

Or it could be a meaningless fling



Oh, and I'm just so far gone

I don't know which planet I'm on

I wanna come down

I've taken it hard for so long

I've listened to what's right and wrong with me:

They say that I'm just a pleasure seeker

They say that I'm just a pleasure seeker

They say that I'm just a pleasure seeker

They say that I'm just a pleasure seeker

You say that I'm just a pleasure seeker

They say that I'm just a pleasure seeker

They say that I'm just a pleasure seeker

You say that I'm just a pleasure seeker