I want something always, more or less than what I have
Could be nothing but I'll go and look to be had

You couldn't make it up
Least I don't think so
As you're coming on
And I'm backing up feeling low

All my wretched little recipes are the same
Add one cup of from you and you'll know me by name

You couldn't make it up
Least I don't think so
As you're coming on
And I'm backing up feeling low

Just last Tuesday morning I recalled you at once
Your eyes shifting right on past my dumb fucking mug

You couldn't make it up
Least I don't think so
As you're coming on
And I'm backing up feeling low