Lyrics:

Instrumental
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
oh I have a wish for you

may all your mornings be bright
may all your wool stockings fit a little too tight
may alarms that sound
on the cars around town
their owners never be found

your pallett is dry and your tongue is green
that's me in your head telling you to stay off my scene

your drunk and I suppose that's your excuse
but really, you know, I'm not the anchor of the ten o'clock news

a toast to you, my innappropriate friends
godspeed to the bathroom tile
your unbridaled ignorance truly offends

it's a drinking song
in the grand style