Theme From "Cheers"

I'm sorry, mama, but I've been drinking again
 Me and the old man got us a head start on the weekend
 And rest assured tonight I'm going to be in Kevin's basement with all my friends
 Provided we can get, get our lazy asses down to Bottle King by ten
 And the walk home is going to be a real shit-show
 I'll be picking up half-smoked cigarette butts all up and down Rock Road
 And then throw up in the warm glow of the traffic light
 But I'm going to put the devil inside me to sleep if it takes all night
 So let's get fucked up
 And let's pretend we're all okay
 And if you've got something that you can't live with, save it for another day
 Alright, save it for another day
 I'm sorry, Mama, expect a call from the neighbors tonight
 All of my asshole buddies are coming over and they're feeling a little too alright
 I'm sick and tired of everyone in this town being so goddamn uptight
 But don't you worry, I'll do all the talking when they turn on the flashing lights
 When I'm an old man I can be the quiet type
 And I can go without a moment of fun for the rest of my life
 I can read a good book and I can be in bed by ten
 And I can get up early, go to work and come home, and start it all over again
 But while we're young, boys, everybody raise your glasses high
 Singing, "Here's to the good times, here's to the home team
 Kiss the good times goodbye
 Oh yeah, kiss the good times goodbye"
 I need a timeout
 I need an escape from reality
 Or else I need eternal darkness and death
 I need an exit strategy
 Down in North Carolina
 I could have been a productive member of society
 But these New Jersey cigarettes and all they require
 Have made a fucking junkie out of me
 So give me a Guinness
 Give me a Keystone Light
 Give me a kegger on a Friday night
 Give me anything but another year in exile
 I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey right now
 I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey
 God know how many times I've said this before
 But I really don't feel like doing this anymore
 So hey, Andy, let's turn into dirty old men
 Close down the bar every night at the Glen Rock Inn
 Talk about our grandkids as we stroke our gray beards
 Funny we're still doing car bombs after all of these years
 Now I know there are bicycles waiting to ride
 But I could swear I heard voices from the other side
 Saying, "Wait until you see the whites of their eyes"
 And now that I'm older, I look back and say
 "What the fuck was it for anyway?"
 Those dreams are lying in the still of the grave
 What the fuck were they for anyway?
 So let it be on a stretcher if I get carried away
 What the fuck was it for anyway?
 What the fuck was it for anyway?