Walking up to me expecting Walking up to me expecting words It happens all the time Present company excepted Present company except the worst It happens every night Ah-ah-ah-ah Present company excluded every time Ah-ah-ah-ah Present company, the best that you can find Talking like a jerk Except you are an actual jerk And living proof that sometimes friends are mean Present company expect it Present company, just laugh it off It's better than it seems Ah-ah-ah-ah Present company excluded in every way Ah-ah-ah-ah Present company, makes me wanna stay Go Killing it with close inspection Killing it can only make it worse It sort of makes it breed Present company accepting Presently we all expect the worst It works just like a need Ah-ah-ah-ah Present company excluded in the night Ah-ah-ah-ah Present company included in the fight Ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah Don't you want me to wake up Then give me just a bit of your time Arguments are made for make-ups So give it just a little more time We've got to bring the resources I wanna play it 'til the time comes Forget your string of divorces You go and throw your little hands up It's late Oh Honey, it's late Oh I miss the way the night goes With friends who always make it feel good This basement has a cold glow Though it's better than a bunch of others So go and dance yourself clean Go and dance yourself clean You're blowing Marxism to pieces Their little arguments to pieces Show It's your show It's your show It's your show It's your show Put your little feet down And hang out Every night's a different story It's a thirty car pile-up with you Everybody's getting younger It's the end of an era, it's true And you go Stop, stop, stop, stop Stop, stop, stop, stop Break me into bigger pieces So some of me is home with you Wait until the weekend And we can make our bad dreams come true And it's a-go Yeah, it's a-go And if we wait until the weekend We can miss the best things to do Go and dance yourself clean Go and dance yourself clean And blow the Marxists into pieces Their little arguments to pieces We should try a little harder In the tedious march of the few Every day's a different warning There's a part of me hoping, it's true