Got a tune in my head

Writing songs about how I'd rather be dead

Don't wanna stand around and talk

about the rising cost of bread

I gotta quit, that kind of shit gets in my head

Got a friend you'd love to meet

Comes over every night, keeps me company

Call him up when things are good

And when it gets too hard to breathe

But he always leaves me feeling worse, you see

Oh well! Come on and ring the bell

Another reckless man with a master plan

To get himself kicked outta hell

If you get blacked out, you don't have to pout

There's another round that's ready to go

Say, "Oh well! " Ain't it swell? Come on, ring the bell

I love The Lakers, The Mets, and The Longhorns

Made out with a guy on The Raiders, I've seen him on TV

But the only sport I know how to play

is staying up till half past three

It involves myself and an empty shelf and a glass trophy

Oh well! Come on and ring the bell

A reckless man with a master plan

To get himself kicked outta hell

If you get blacked out, you don't have to pout

There's another round that's ready to go

Say, "Oh well! " Ain't it swell? Come on and ring the bell

Round one

Let it out, take another and have your fun

It ain't over till it's over, then it's done, done, son

You can have all you want, no need to stop

Like The Boss said, "Born to run"

Till you find yourself laying in a bathroom

Praying someone finds you before your name gets drawn

Oh well! Come on and ring the bell

Another reckless man with a master plan

To get himself kicked outta hell

If you get blacked out, you don't have to pout

There's another round that's ready to go

Say, "Oh well! " Ain't it swell? Come on and ring the bell

Say, "Oh well! " Ain't it swell? Come on, ring the bell