It's closing time,
and I haven't another dime.

This empty glass
and I haven't got any class.

So why'd you come sit next to me?

Haven't you got somewhere to be?

Someone just a little better,
Could get you a little wetter.

That doesn't matter right now,

Cause I ain't holier than thou.

But I haven't got any class,
lain on the grass.

But I haven't done a crime,
Still feel like grime.