I said I killed you myself

　　It was always a dream of mine

　　I could have used a little help

　　But red wine's been a good friend of mine

　　I got sad news

　　Take off your shoes

　　Sit down for a while

　　A while a while

　　Oh

　　I'm wearing me out

　　I'm wearing my old clothes

　　I'm writing all new poems

　　I'm riding in my car

　　Oh the children they're just babies

　　Little baby-sized socks and shoes

　　And I think that maybe

　　I should keep them away from you

　　I crawl in and then

　　I creep out outloud

　　I got a job

　　I'm not proud I'm not proud no

　　I'm wearing me out

　　I'm wearing my old clothes

　　I'm writing all new poems

　　I'm riding in my car

　　Sad sad I got sad news

　　I got

　　sad news

　　I got sad news

　　But it

　　（sad sad sad sad）

　　it's all over now

　　It

　　（sad sad sad sad）

　　It's all done

　　Red red rover

　　I can't remember the game

　　I'm wearing me out

　　I'm wearing my old clothes

　　I'm writing all new poems

　　I'm riding