The best of intension, a pound of prevention Half-hearted convention, it won't change a thing And bangin' your head on, the bell of abstention Won't grant you no freedom, it won't make it rain And honorable mentions, a watch and a pension And an ounce of pretension won't take you to fall Your ears are your aim, and you can or you can't Nobody remembers at all who you are Well the years and the beers and the smiles and the tears They measure their milage but don't shorten the fall For the love of old losers, bummers and boozers Pickers and choosers, well God bless 'em all It's been my contention, that rapid ascension The added dimensions don't measure a man We lose and we cry, we love and we try Just fightin' to finish the best way we can The permanent invention of old ache suspension Has brought an extension to those who will pay But I'd rather be high and live till I die Just love it and leave it and call it a day Well the years and the beers and the smiles and the tears They measure their milage but don't shorten the fall For the love of old losers, bummers and boozers Pickers and choosers, well God bless 'em all 'Cause the years and the beers and the smiles and the tears All measure their milage but don't shorten the fall For the love of old losers, bummers and boozers Pickers and choosers, well God bless 'em all