Well you had it all along Some days you still don't know you got it Singing songs to the middle of the bottle A little drunk, not nearly drunk enough But you're fallin' down, down.. anyhow
Children they will come and go Always learning, how to be adults But they get it down, down… somehow
In the middle of your pride A cryin' hole the size of lot 49 Standing inside Dr. Hubris with his vile of turpentine And pours it down, down Your aching throat of lies Well you keep it down, down With some sugar and some time
By the time you get to San Narcisco You still won't have a clue Cryin' in your hat Over something that was never owed to you But got it down, down… anyhow
Well you had it all along Just remember that you got it Singin' songs and you're singin' songs Just remember that you had it all along Yeah you got it down, down… somehow