Whoa oh. Staggering home everybody sings. All the old songs the cockney routines. All the old women all the young men. Try changing places then back again. Old man in the morning. Young man at night. Breakfast full of wisdom. Until you hit the lights. Knock back the drinks  hitch up your skirt. Fall over backwords undo your shirt. Everyone shouting what a terrible state. Age creeping backwards as it gets late. Old man in the morning. Young man at night. Breakfast full of wisdom. Until you hit the lights. Have a quick short forget about work. Have a couple more then you go beserk. Who cares about this morning Wise old man. The wisdom comes up later and goes down the pan. Old man in the morning. Young man at night. Breakfast full of wisdom. Until you hit the lights. Then another round forget whos turn. Waking up to feel your stomach churn. Whos in the chair and whos on the floor. Incoherants knocking on the Door. Old man in the morning. Young man at night. Breakfast full of wisdom. Until you hit the lights. Hit the Lights.