My friends in the bar will stand me a round, they'll toast me on my way to the underground. I'm falling, only falling, it's the oldest trick in the book, My chickadee, my passion flower, show me the way to the Happy Hour. Put on the greasepaint, we're getting ready for Happy Hour. Put on the greasepaint. You can't get off it, you don't know where to look.
Nothing is permanent here.
Strange now, see how everything's changed, including the Seven Wonders. Nothing is permanent here, that's part of the spell we're under. Getting old then, say when you're happy to hold your personal Seven Wonders. Nothing is permanent here.