Happy New Year, girls
Has the depression arrived
With my head hung out on the passenger side
Howlin' like a dog at the moon
I know the clock is gonna strike her soon

I see the signs of desperation
The holiday gloom
And all the smiles from medication
Through the fog in the room
My dollar isn't worth a dime in these peculiar times

Oh, I'm gonna find myself a woman
Gonna stop myself a fight
I'm gonna hate myself tomorrow
But I love myself tonight
You'll know me as the toast of the town
Tonight, this modern world won't bring me down

(scat)

Well, I'm an optimistic guy
No, I don't dwell on the past
This year can't be worse than the last
I don't know why I came here at all
With every day, I go on droppin' the ball

But I sing like Sinatra
And I move like Fred Astaire
Drinkin' champagne, dancin' on the tables and chairs
And knockin' off the bottles and cans
Oh, baby, I'm your man

Oh, I'm gonna find myself a woman
Gonna stop myself a fight
I'm gonna hate myself tomorrow
But I love myself tonight
You'll know me as the toast of the town
Tonight, this modern world won't bring me down

(...I think I sing like Sinatra...)
(...I bet this world's gonna spin so fast someday I'm gonna fly right off into outer space...)
(...I'm gonna hang on to a telephone pole, enjoy the breeze, you know what I mean?)

Well tonight, this modern world won't bring me down, no
Well tonight, this modern world won't bring me down
Won't bring me down
Won't bring me down
Won't bring me down


Lyrics submitted by Allihzmi

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