Lyrics

Poor Little Suzy she's talkin' bout her money man
back to eating Spam again see he fell out the window.
Claims it was an accident and all the money she had spent,
said she doesn't care he was a bad lay anyway.

Jolene was the queen of the bowling alley coke machine
wore the shirt and shoes, but never bowled a single frame.
She's got a girlfriend who treats her like a bowling pin: set her up, knock her down, press button set her up again.

I thought that I'd seen it all
I woke up on the floor with my back against the wall
All the guests they were dressed in blue
Black for me and white for you considering what we've been through.

Jill's got an analyst, they say that he's a specialist; it's cash, check, charge and she's still staring at her wrists.
I'd give her my advice, much less than half the price; cheap wine, sunshine, no time you're feeling fine. Fine as wine.

I thought that I'd seen it all
I woke up on the floor with my back against the wall
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue
Black for me and white for you considering what we've been through