Annie and Alistair Flyte

[Verse 1]
Three pills in weekly compartments
How do three fill a one room apartment?
As we cast our vote
You light a roll-up under your coat

[Verse 2]
Spare time, amateur dramatics
From an old script we found in the attic
As we learn our lines
We're living it a day at a time

[Chorus]
Sundays and Mondays with Annie and Alistair
Top of the twelfth step, a cross on the calendar
Steady and sober, talking it over
Are we all right now?

[Post-Chorus]
(Hmm, hmm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ah-ahh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ah-ahh)

[Verse 3]
Late night, a comedy open mic
We head for the glow of the exit light
And miss the joke
Downing our Bacardi and Cokes