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