Hey there sailor, you got a package for me, for me, to see
Hey there mister, you got a seltzer for me, for me, for free
And you've learned a hard lesson
That there's no reason
To cut yourself
Out of this world
But I am alone
I am a bag of bones
I am alone, alone
We know, we can hear you moan
So shut up, get dressed
Getting moving you've had your rest (Rest rest)
Get out, be your anti-drug
Get out! Be you sexy thug
All this time I was alone
All this time and I am still a bag of bones
But I am learning to change my tone
And I feel a whole lot better with all this coke I've blown
Blow
Oh, why can't it snow in the summer time that'd be just fine
I'd make a snow cone for you and a big one that's mine
We'd ski to the beach and catch a tan with a snowman
But it'll only get cold when I fan your sexy can
Well, can do