Another day, I grow slower
But the days move fast
Ooh, every day becomes the past
I know I'm coming in last
It's not late
Got nothing to do
I'm on my phone, ringing up the line
Of the party lions
Lions, lions
Lions

It's ten o' clock and I'm
Well kind of sick, I'm sighing
The Lord knows I'm trying
To keep up with the (go, go, go)
Now it's one o' clock and I
Well kind of feel like dying
Lord knows I'm trying
To stop hanging with the

I'd rather be home with you
I wanna be home with you
You know I'll never be home with you
I've gotta get home to you

I'm sick and tired of hanging out
With the party lions
I'm sick and tired of hanging out
With the party lions
Lions, lions
Lions