Lyrics:

So I thought I'd learned my lesson But I secretly expected A choir at the shore And confetti through the fallen air I make a living telling people what they want to hear It's not a killing, but it's enough to keep the cobwebs clear Cause it's not a perfect plan It's not a perfect plan But it's the one we've got It's not a perfect plan But it's the one we've got Cause I make a living telling people what they want to hear And boy, I tell ya, it's gonna be a champagne year