I never had a lot to bring to the party
But a self-importance far beyond vanity
And a manic depression that just wouldn't go away
Like Peckinpaw with a bouquet of poison ivy

How many six packs does it take to screw in a light
It's good to be alive baby, sometimes it's alright

Nothing like a little vacation once in awhile
At the Cable Car Hotel San Francisco style
For three nights and three days
Jesus hung on a boom box while it played
Every single song ever sung by Billie Holiday

How many six packs does it take to screw in a light
It's good to be alive baby, sometimes it's alright

Afterwards I'm on California Street looking at the sky
The sun is going down pouring salt into my eyes
Like he said: When the light goes out so does fear
And you only see beauty as it begins to disappear

How many six packs does it take to screw in a light
It's good to be alive baby, sometimes it's alright