I got us on the door,"
 Or "I got a tape of 'Clerks'
 Someone left the night before."
 So I go over later,
 You're sitting in that chair
 Smoking on your cigarette
 Fingering you hair
 So I get drunk and stoned,
 Every time you come around.
 Twenty-nine and aimless
 You bartend down on fourth
 Your parents pay insurance
 And the Parson's Audit course
 Over-schooled and uninspired
 A trust fund up your nose
 All that wasted talent but, uh
 Ain't that how it always goes?
 So I get drunk and stoned,
 Every time you come around.
 Yeah, yeah yeah
 So long Allison Foley
 So long, bye-bye
 (Come up higher, take a step higher)
 Sometimes you understand
 The reasons how you went astray
 But least of all the answer,
 That it hurts to watch you waste away.
 So I get drunk and stoned,
 Every time you come around.
 Yeah, yeah, yeah.
 So long, Allison Foley
 So long, bye-bye