carter the unstoppable sex machine
the life and soul of the party dies
The decorations are drab It's dirty and it smells You don't have to be mad to work here But it helps  The temptation to fail Would make a boots bunny cry You need the patience of a snail Just to get by  Today the police came And paid a visit to the slums Exchanging rock 'n' roll concert tickets For guns  If you supply the wool They can make you a star But if the ashtrays are full You might have to sell the car  When you don't wanna be The life and soul of the party anymore And the birthday cake Was baked to make you cry  When you don't wanna dance to the rock 'n' roll That your radio's for You wanna call it a day Crawl away and die, so do I  There's a place you sometimes go When you can't face your own shadow They've got an old jukebox Supposed to keep you entertained But all the records suck They wind you up, they drive you insane  This funeral director geezer Comes not to bury Caesar I only come to praise you Because I feel the same too  Maybe we should hit the coast hard To the scene of a saucy postcard Or to Paris for a wilting flower To get an eyeful of the tower Because there's a sadness in those eyes As the life and soul of the party dies  No, you don't wanna be The life and soul of the party anymore And the birthday cake Was baked to make you cry  No you don't wanna dance to the rock 'n' roll That your radio's for You wanna call it a day Crawl away and die, so do I 