Well, it's a beautiful day for a certain arrangement

There are wheels in the water and tires on the pavement


Don't tell me the party's through

The lights are coming on at two

Most of the time



And if the bartenders come out to play

I'm gonna try and keep them out of the way

I'm crossing the line that leads to a good time



There are only so many chords that haven't been played yet

And the check's in the mail, but we haven't been paid yet

The chauffeur's picking up our tab

It's looking like we'll need a cab

We're counting our dimes



And if the ploy won't come into play

We're gonna save it for a rainy day

When we're blurring the line between us and the good times



It's all in a day's work

All in the way you work with the changes

All in the way you take to the strangeness



Then we'll be back in the morning and brush off the pay dirty

Derange it by evening and call it a day's work

And every word that we parlay

Gets forgotten the next day

It's better that way



But if the boys don't come in to play

You'll have to save them for a rainy day

When we're writing the lines and making up good times

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