Memories on their minds
They were caught red handed wasting time
Raising boys, they were wild
They were pinching pennies for impatient brides
Damned if they don't
Oh, they were damned if they do
Damned in time
They would have horns that would not ride
Or make a dime
Neon lights, clear on streets
They were spraining sideways, pooling at their feet
It's a setting Sun, it's a slackening tide
Should we throw a funeral at the Eagles Dine?
Damned if they don't
Oh, they were damned if they do
Time to time
They would have horns that would not ride
Maybe that's all that we can do
With the ladies at home humming their tune
Or make a dime
Damned if they don't
Oh, they were damned if they do
Time to time
They would have horns that would not ride
Or make a dime
Memories on their minds
Raising boys, they were wild
They were pinching pennies for impatient brides
It's a setting Sun, it's a slackening tide
Don't get caught red handed wasting time
