I used to be happy
But I got pretty run down
I decided I’d just take it easy
I didn’t want to hang around anymore
I felt so miserable
But New York’s terrible at night
makes me feel so lonesome and depressed
The thing is that it always stays the same
It always ends up making me blue
and I wasn’t in the mood

I act quite young
sometimes I like to horse around, just to keep from being bored
I’m crazy, I swear to God
They tell me to act my age
that kills me
Which is really ironic
Millions of grey hairs
six and a half feet tall

Oh, I feel some concern for my future
they gave me frequent warnings to start applying myself
But I didn’t feel like it
I had no direction in life
I’m so damn absentminded
So I got the ax
that scared me a little bit
but don’t worry about me, I’ll be alright