They’re All Out of Liquor, Let’s Find Another Party The Waitresses

Now do you get it! It's them, not you...
So don't feel so funny
Live for risks, they don't...

There's no fight in them, no spit and fire
Nothing gets them angry
Oh come on, let's go shake the world

Be thrilled by the thought
That it's wild out there
Even if it's really not that great

Getting married? Making babies?
But you haven't been to Paris
The object of the game is to leave town

I want you to be so happy
You will bug them with your presence
They'll say you're wrong, you have no style

I want you to be lean and hungry
Slum geniuses kicking limos
Walking by yourself down Razor Street

I want you to know people who laugh too loud
And have to get drunk to find the right words
And can't sleep 'til the colors are just right