January Twenty Something

If you called, and i didn't answer There's a chance i'll get back to you But if you're bald, fat, and go where my pants were Then you know i'm breeding for two January twenty something, let 'em line up and slide away Someone dialed up my line today This song was a fever-dream First new year's greeting on my answering machine A suicide note from my late-teens Put to this melody And now my bike tire's flat I must have ran over some glass, in the dark Or it mighta got slashed Cause i was messing around with someone's, ex-girlfriend, again January twenty something Let 'em line up and slide away