You only got one finger left

And it's pointing at the door

And you're taking for granted

What the Lord's made on the floor

So I'm picking up the pieces

And I'm putting them up for sale

Throw your meal ticket out the window

Put your skeletons in jail

'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late

Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate

To give yourself a call

Let your bottom dollars fall

Throwing your two bit cares down the drain

Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man

You will do whatever you please

And I'll do whatever I can

Titanic, fare thee well,

My eyes are turning pink

Don't call us when the new age

gets old enough to drink

'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late

Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate

Move on up the hill there's nothing dead left to kill

Throwing your two bit cares down the drain

Odelay, odelay, odelay, odealy odelay, odelay

Just passing through

Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay

Going back to Houston

Do the hot dog dance

Going back to Houston

To get me some pants