Quart in Session

It's funny how nothing seems much fun
Anymore to me now that I quit the drink
'Cause soberness, it might be what I need
But it's certainly not how I want to be

Nothing seems much fun anymore to me

Consequence never had anytime to think
About what coulda, shoulda, happen to me
Never had any, but now look whose
Got the dough

No longer born to lose
Put away my party shoes
Missin' the alcohol
Don't feel like goin' out
Nothing worth singin' about
Missin' the alcohol
Without tonic n gin
Without no vicodin

Nothing seems much fun anymore to me [Repeat: x4]