Sitting here my eyes are glazed And it's only a Monday And I'm drifting off into someday Boxed up in this veal-fattening pen I've got to get away From these short grey fuzzy walls Around me that are closing in But tonight I'm gonna climb aboard that train Hey, this drunk dial's for me There are so very few of these here traditions Worth upholding and fewer still That you wish would carry on and never fade away There's a herd of slurry blurry vowels here to emancipate And to propagate and to denigrate And to celebrate and to inebriate Hey, this drunk dial's for me Well it's a world where everybody's out to get theirs Get them some and then slink away Do as they please with the birdie disease Before they fly away But not you my man I know you've never never been that way And tonight were gonna climb aboard that train Hey, this drunk dial's for me (Blowfish get the guppy) It's late, I step away I'm waiting for it, I'm waiting for it It's late I step away I'm waiting for it, I'm treading water Drunk dial