In an unnamed city

I see punks with puppies

Selling junk to yuppies

Going home

With a stroke of my pen

I become suburban

I roll up my turban

And release the homing pigeon

Don't forget to fuck up what you have

Follow uppercuts with a left jab

You can't count the colors in olive drab

Don't forget to fuck

Back when I felt jokey

On top of old smokey

I sang karaoke

To the wind

But it's not too often

That you get too soften

How you lie in your coffin

Dreaming of the car she drove off in

Don't forget to fuck up what you have

Spray paint lucky duck on a chocolate lab

Someone said that love is a leaky scab

Don't forget to fuck up what you have

Up what you have

Up what you have

Up what you have