When you don't wanna be
The life and soul of the party anymore
And the birthday cake
Was baked to make you cry
When you don't wanna dance to the rock 'n' roll
That your radio's for
You wanna call it a day
Crawl away and die
So do I
There's a place you sometimes go
When you can't face your own shadow
They've got an old jukebox
Supposed to keep you entertained
But all the records suck
They wind you up
They drive you insane
This funeral director geezer
Comes not to bury Caesar
I only come to praise you
Because I feel the same too
Maybe we should hit the coast hard
To the scene of a saucy postcard
Or to Paris for a wilting flower
To get an eyeful of the tower
Because there's a sadness in those eyes
As the life and soul of the party
Dies
No you don't wanna be
The life and soul of the party anymore
And the birthday cake was baked to make you cry
No you don't wanna dance to the rock 'n' roll
That your radio's for
You wanna call it a day
Crawl away and die
So do I