Excesses

I've cracked enough jokes And I've smoked enough smokes Now I'm feeling for the ropes I hope no one took notes My excesses are getting the better of me I'm ready to go home My excesses are getting the better of me I'm ready to go home I try not to notice that I've spilt my drink As I slide towards the door I start to think My excesses are getting the better of me I'm ready to go home My excesses are getting the better of me I'm ready to go home I was lecturing the kitchen 'Til the icebox got bored And where's Elea gone I'm sure she got bored My excesses are getting the better of me I'm ready to go home My excesses are getting the better of me I'm ready to go home