It’s getting late
I guess I ought to go
But I can’t wait all night
For somebody to show
My friend behind the bar
Can’t quite recall my name
My friend in the Miller High Life bottle
Always talks the same
I must be missing something
Something I never had
They say you don’t know
What you’re missing
But I think I’m glad
‘Cause if I knew
I’d know I’m missing you
It’s getting old
This staying out late at night
But I get a little looser
When I get a little tight
That’s when I start talking
Bending some stranger’s ear
Talk about somebody far away
With somebody who’s near
Call me a taxi
Tell him “take your time”
I need to go to heaven
Got a dollar and a dime
But if he can arrange it
I’ll tip him mighty good
Give him all the blues I got
If I only could