I fell in love like a drunk in a pond
That twisted gal of whom I was fond
She found a new man on the internet
Wham I'm spam and it's cold and dark and wet
Tell me what is a fella supposed to do
When a car costs what a house used to
And a house is a pile of chipboard, paint, and debt
I'm at the city limits and it's cold and dark and wet
Big rig rolling over me in a blizzard -
I'm living on beans and chicken gizzards
One day I was young, the next day I was old
Late November, it's wet and dark and cold
Jobs, I guess they're like wild geese -
They all went flying overseas
I'm standing in the rain smoking my last cigarette
Morning in America is cold and dark and wet
Christmas lights are going up
I could use a little joy juice in my cup
Life is not a walk across the park
Not when it's wet and cold and dark