Apocalypse, No! 歌词

We dined in the breezeway And met later in the carport for drinks We rationed out the pills Splitting evenly the blues and the pinks We didn't really split the blues I only mean that's what he thinks He's got the mother lode this time Why, o why are best friends such finks ? We met on the causeway Unloading all our grievances there He pat me on the shoulder And I playfully ruffled his hair Then brought him to the waterline And constrained him while he struggled for air Then I pulled him back and kissed And we both went arm in arm to the fair