The new year is the old year, again.nThe new year is the old year, again.nThe new year is the old year, again.nThe new year is the old year, again.nnFirst things first, its off my chest,nYou're a slob and I'm a mess.nSee who steers the ship the best, rowing under.nnIt's the best of times when times are tough.nGiving shelter, giving lovenEventually just giving up.nnWith God of grain and God of steelnGod behind the steering wheel,nYou're as slippery as an eel.nAnd I can blame you.nnI'm your anchor, tried and true.nMakes sense that you'd want to move.nThis hell's not big enough for two.nnLa La La La La La LanLa La La La La La La