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 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 palette is dry and your tongue is green that s me in your head telling you to stay off my scene you re drunk and i suppose it s your excuse but really you know i m not the anchor of the 10 o clock news a toast to you my inappropriate friends godspeed to the bathroom tiles your unbridled ignorance truly offends it s a drinking song in the grande style