every june, i howl at the moon
this summer i won't sleep a whit
i'm gonna stay up drinkin
constantly thinkin
'bout how you and i can't quit it.

it'll be like a tom waits song
you know, wet nickles in the gutter
an old hooker in nice shoes
nightingale blues
dirty kisses through wooden shutters.

i said, no, i ain't goin to bed, son
this summer i won't sleep a whit
i'm gonna stay up drinkin
watch both our ships sinkin
since neither of us seem to give a shit.

i don't like asking questions no more
most answers leave me gutted right now
so just say you want me
i'm drunk so you got me
i'm up drinkin and alone anyhow.

but if you're goin to do it, baby
just do it here on my floor
y'can't get here too soon
i was drunk at noon
and i been leavin the chain off the door.

it's a bad habit to get into
they said, "scrapbook, or collect stamps,"
i laughed, "them thrills and chills
don't pay my bills,
i got more bang from my buck as a tramp."

i'm drinkin alone all this summer
i won't sleep a wink if you do
you're on my mind
but you ain't mine
and so i got to poison these blues.