But she's not nice, she's pretty fucking far from nice. (c)
I want to retire

No longer required

I want to get by without the man on my back

A tear in my eye

With a heart full of pride

I must go out on a high

And not to answer to why



I want to retire

Inform the suppliers

I'll leave the party in style

And not to be carried out

Without a cloud in the sky

I Got my fingers in pies

A Golden watch on my side

Will measure my free time