Thank you much for calling me But my hand's already trembling I'm just trying to politely Ask you to excuse my misbehavior I've brought too many drinks with me And a ten ton bucket of gasoline But I'm dressed for the occasion So I'm staying till it's done or til I'm thrown And I don't think people here mess around They're saying we both need to get out of here Oh, and I know it's gotta be on the count of four We really do got to go Oh, these old stairs have turned on me And my boots untied and I've clipped my wings I'm just tryin' to arrive in such a manner So as not to look alone Oh, well I do And I don't think people here mess around They're saying we both need to get out of here Oh, and I know it's gotta be on the count of four We really do got to go And I don't think people here mess around They're saying we both need to get out of here Oh, and I know it's gotta be on the count of four We really do got to go Don't get caught up in holding on If you can't let go