Xanny

What is it about them? I must be missing something They keep just doin' nothing Too intoxicated to be scared Better off without them They're nothing but unstable Bring ashtrays to the table And that's about the only thing they share I'm in their secondhand smoke Still just drinking canned Coke On designated drives home Only one who's not stoned Don't give me a Xanny, now or ever I can't afford to love someone Who isn't dyin' by mistake on a Silver Lake