Futon 501
Honey, I caught you staring at me tonight
Everybody knows a glass eye doesn't lie
You're shining bright just like the dim bar lights
So much so, I think I might go blind
Now I know I'm not the most magnificent guy
Some may say I look like a shorter Walter White
But even if it's only quarter until nine
What says you and I can't have a good time
Well I've got a place where we can get undone
With shag carpeting and a heater that's bust
I'm going back home to the Futon 501
Now I know it doesn't sound like the prettiest sight
The floor's a little rickety and the ceilings ain't too high
There's even the ghost of a tenant named Clyde
But I swear darling that he's usually nice
As I leaned in to give a kiss to the bride
A man came walking in, a confrontational stride
He told me that I'd been hitting on his wife
And he sure as hell knew that I'd soon die
He dragged me by my ear right outside
Kicked me to curb, I landed on my behind
I got up to throw a punch, and I missed my first try
Let's just say I didn't win that fight
Well I've got a place where we can get undone
With shag carpeting and a heater that's bust
I'm going back home to the Futon 501
'Cause I've got a place to forget what I've done
Drink away my problems, and regret what I've become
I'm going back home to the Futon 501
Everybody knows a glass eye doesn't lie
You're shining bright just like the dim bar lights
So much so, I think I might go blind
Now I know I'm not the most magnificent guy
Some may say I look like a shorter Walter White
But even if it's only quarter until nine
What says you and I can't have a good time
Well I've got a place where we can get undone
With shag carpeting and a heater that's bust
I'm going back home to the Futon 501
Now I know it doesn't sound like the prettiest sight
The floor's a little rickety and the ceilings ain't too high
There's even the ghost of a tenant named Clyde
But I swear darling that he's usually nice
As I leaned in to give a kiss to the bride
A man came walking in, a confrontational stride
He told me that I'd been hitting on his wife
And he sure as hell knew that I'd soon die
He dragged me by my ear right outside
Kicked me to curb, I landed on my behind
I got up to throw a punch, and I missed my first try
Let's just say I didn't win that fight
Well I've got a place where we can get undone
With shag carpeting and a heater that's bust
I'm going back home to the Futon 501
'Cause I've got a place to forget what I've done
Drink away my problems, and regret what I've become
I'm going back home to the Futon 501
Credits
Writer(s): Chase Allardice
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