Well, a person can work up a mean, mean thirst
After a hard day of nothin' much at all
Summer's passed, it's too late to cut the grass
Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall
Sometimes I just ain't in the mood
To take my place in the back with the hard knocks
Like a picture on the fridge that's never stocked with food
I used to live at home, now I stay in the house

And everybody wants to be special here
I call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one here today?

Well, a drinkin' buddy that's bound to another town
Once the police made you go away
And even if you're in the arms of someone's baby, now
I'll take a great big whiskey to you anyway
And everybody wants to be someone's here
Someone's gonna show up, never fear

'Cause here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one who feels ashamed?

Kneeling along sad, old set eyes
He says
"Opportunity knocks once, then the door slams shut"
All I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buy
The fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts
First the lights, then the collar goes up and the wind begins to blow
Turn your back on a pay-you-back, last call
First the glass, then the leaves that pass, then comes the snow
Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall

Here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one here today?

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Writer(s): Paul Westerberg