The decorations are drab\\
It's dirty and it smells\\
[[You don't have to be mad to work here]]\\
But it helps\\
The temptation to fail\\
Would make a [[Boots bunny cry]]\\
You need the patience of a snail\\
Just to get by\\
Today the police came\\
And paid a visit to the slums\\
Exchanging rock 'n' roll concert tickets\\
For guns\\
If you supply the wool\\
They can make you a star\\
But if the ashtrays are full\\
You might have to sell the car\\
\\
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\\