(Music and Lyrics:  Sam Mullins)

So I’m standing at this party that won’t end
Watching you confide in your best friend
And I start to feel a pang of jealousy
‘Cause the company I found is misery

Stock brokers, bond traders
Bulls and bears, how ‘bout those Gators
Countless people telling me
It’s not the heat it’s humidity.

What’s your handicap?
Where do you play?
Pleased to meet you
Nice weather today
When I was in the Army
I could shoot par
But ever since my surgery
I just play guitar

An hour later that same guy
Said my life has been simplified
‘Cause Oprah Winfrey’s telling me
What books to read and shows to see

I don’t want to analyze the game
I don’t want to hear about their stocks
Every conversation seems the same
Come and rescue me from all this small talk.

Ten O’Clock it’s burgundy
10:15 a nice chablis
By a quarter til 12 the Cuervo’s out
Boombox cranking Roundabout
We got hokey-pokey and pictionary
Karaoke and bloody mary’s

House husbands, social climbers
I’d be rich if I got a dime for
Every time that someone gave me
A morning-after remedy.

I don’t want to memorize their names
I don’t want to lip synch classic rock
Every conversation seems the same
Come and rescue me from all this small talk

So I’m standing at this party that won’t end.