Well, it's a beautiful day
For a certain arrangement
There are wheels in the water
And tires on the pavement

Don't tell me the party's through
The lights are coming on at two
Most of the time

And if the bartenders come out to play
I'm gonna try and keep them out of the way
I'm crossing the line that leads to a good time

There are only so many chords
That haven't been played yet
And the check's in the mail
But we haven't been paid yet

The chauffeur's picking up our tab
It's looking like we'll need a cab
We're counting our dimes

And if the ploy won't come into play
We're gonna save it for a rainy day
When we're blurring the line
Between us and the good times

It's all in a day's work
All in the way you work with the changes
All in the way you take to the strangeness

Then we'll be back in the morning
And brush off the pay dirty
Derange it by evening
And call it a day's work

And every word that we parlay
Gets forgotten the next day
It's better that way

But if the boys don't come in to play
You'll have to save them for a rainy day
When we're writing the lines
And making up good times