I slow down Purple Avenues    to march around in April's shoes   Weather vanes remind   of the summetimes that I've left behind    The money's gone for auld lang syne   I spent on Eastern Standard Time   What ever happened to my role? September fell right through the hole All I've got is empty po-ckets now   Why does August try so hard   to hoist me on my own petard?    I've learned one thing from losing her That an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure   The shadows fall I cannot thread   the tenor of the things you said All that's left is flesh and bone The lights are on but no one's home All I've got is empty pockets now I spill myself another drink     I count the whiskers in the sink The orchestra is blind   But I've never been the worrying kind     Subsequently and furthermore   I'll sleep right here on the draining board I'll never be paroled I like to drink 'em while they're cold All I've got is empty pockets now