practical things make me sick and tirednnsick and tired, sick and tirednnpractical things make me sick and tirednnbut i'll never be tired of younnnnmaterial things make me bored and bluennbored and blue, bored and bluennmaterial things make me bored and bluennbut i'll never be bored of younnnnwe'll be wicked and bravennwe'll do most that we cravennwe'll dance to the old Tennessee waltz in the rainnnnnwe'll never hold backnnwe'll cry till we laughnnwe'll sing like sirens until it all goes blacknnnnapathy makes me fume and boilnnfume and boil, fume and boilnnapathy makes me fume and boilnnbut i'll never be fuming at younnnnconventional things make me weary and oldnnweary and old, weary and oldnnconventional things make me weary and oldnnbut i'll never be weary of younnnnwe'll be wicked and bravennwe'll do most that we cravennwe'll dance to the old Tennessee waltz in the rainnnnnwe'll never hold backnnwe'll cry till we laughnnwe'll sing like sirens until it all goes black