Secret Six - "Tip Your Bartender"

Tip Your Bartender

   I didn’t shut off the clock this morning just to have to listen to you bitch
   I didn’t clean out my ears this morning just to fill them with your droning pitch
   Another dismal word and my head is gonna burst, I swear
   You’ve got a real knack for bringing out the worst in my personality

   CHORUS
   Ya gotta know you’re driving me crazy
   But I can’t keep it bottled up inside
   You’d best believe you’re driving me crazy
   And for your sake you’d better run and hide

   I didn’t put on my pants this morning just to sit for your approaching doom
   I didn’t put on my shoes this morning just to have to dance around your gloom
   Another heavy sigh and my will is gonna break, I swear
   Your lack of simple grace has a tendency to shake up my rationality