As I slow down on purple avenues To march around in April's shoes The weathervanes remind Of summertimes that I've left behind All the money's gone for Auld Lang Syne I spent on Eastern Standard Time What happened to my roll(2) September fell right through the hole All I've got is empty pockets now Oh why does August try so hard To hoist me on my own petard(3) I've learned one thing from losing her That an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure The shadows fall, I cannot thread The tenor of the things you've said All that's left is flesh and bone(4) The lights are on but no one's home All I've got is empty pockets now I spill myself another drink I count the whiskers in the sink(5) The orchestra is blind But I've never been the worrying kind Subsequently and furthermore I'll sleep right here on the draining board I will never be paroled I like to drink them while they're cold All I've got is empty pockets now
As I slow down on purple avenues To march around in April's shoes The weathervanes remind Of summertimes that I've left behind All the money's gone for Auld Lang Syne I spent on Eastern Standard Time What happened to my roll(2) September fell right through the hole All I've got is empty pockets now Oh why does August try so hard To hoist me on my own petard(3) I've learned one thing from losing her That an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure The shadows fall, I cannot thread The tenor of the things you've said All that's left is flesh and bone(4) The lights are on but no one's home All I've got is empty pockets now I spill myself another drink I count the whiskers in the sink(5) The orchestra is blind But I've never been the worrying kind Subsequently and furthermore I'll sleep right here on the draining board I will never be paroled I like to drink them while they're cold All I've got is empty pockets now
