text:  Yeah, we're drinkin' and we're dancin' But there's nothin' really happenin' And the place is dead as heaven on a Saturday night And my very close companion Gets me fallin', gets me laughin' She's a hundred, but she's wearin' somethin' tight And I lift my glass to the awful truth Which I can't reveal to the ears of you Except to say it isn't worth a dime