A Drinking Song (In the Grande Style) 歌词

Look at you You disgust me Sitting there staring at me Giving me no more respect Than the images on your TV Well, I have a wish for you Yes, I have a wish for you May all your mornings be bright And may all your wool stockings fit a little too tight May alarms that sounds on the cars around town Their owners never be found Your palate is dry Your tongue is green That's me in your head Telling you to stay off my scene You're drunk And I suppose that's your excuse But really I'm not the anchor of the ten o'clock news A toast to you My inappropriate friends Godspeed to the bathroom tiles Your umbridled ignorance truly offends It's a drinking song in the grande style