Ryan's Song

Ryan says he wants to start a new life.
Get a job, cut his hair, and find a new wife.
He says he's moving to Harlington,
Where the ladies all live in sin,
And everyday he's happy by a quarter to five.

He's taking shots three times an hour
Just to stop the pain.
His soda's sweet, it turns to sour,
And turns right back again.

But if you marry the boy,
Then you'll bury the boy.
He could be the king of love
And that's a fact.

Amy says she wants to make things work out.
When Ryan's running late, she greets him with a pout.
She cries alone nearly every night.
The bills are coming and the money's tight.
Why should we try when you're screaming this loud?

It's hard to get much sleep alone, lying on the couch.
Must you always piss and moan?
Amy, shut your mouth.

But if you marry the boy,
Then you'll bury the boy.
He could be the king of love
And that's a fact.

Well, just think...
Marrying her means you'll have to see her naked.
Just dream, 'cause it could be much better.
You don't have to grin and fake it.

But if you marry the boy,
Then you'll bury the boy.
He could be the king of love
And that's a fact.
He could be the king of love
And that's a fact.
He could work a nine to five
And that's not bad.