Take a tape into the graveyard
Try to get it to make a sound
Borrow the tape recorder from our dads
It won't work - and he'll blame me
Dewan, do What you want
We'll take our costumes to the bar we play
We'll stand there like we own the place
No one says a thing until we get to your car
You blame me, well it probably was my fault
Lets all got to the partial dock
You know the one with the raft attached
Somehow it got lost in the last storm
How I wish it was me