Men doing men-thing times Chewing candy and tobacco lines Drinking Harpoon pints Tossing nickels and dimes They're looking for an exit signs They're looking for a lucky night They're talking in boring rhymes Damn they're keeping up old times My teacher died, even the frying pan cried, Rain fell slow according to castle-time, I was only nine I was looking for an exit signs I was lookin for lucky nines Am I talking in boring rhymes? Face it we're living in war times Let's cry about it Let's cry about it, you can Cry about it Don't be embarrassed I won't laugh at you The river flows north and winds Traveling south you hit wind-time The passers-by are not kind But the sky is sublime Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah