I must be almost old enough to hear the bad newsnTell me nownWe can drink to Minneapolis and VegasnIt may be an almost absolute relief for usnOn our way downnAnd everyone aroundnI'll walk around the city snapping picturesnUninvolvednAnd wasting no one's hopes for menNo one left to look at me as if I've let them downnNo longer sounding like I'm trying to change the keynI'm going to be the picture of agreeabilitynThey'll call me the picture of agreeabilitynGet that original thought away from me