Toss me a breath, when you hold me down
Hot like a razor on my face
Something's growing that don't help me now
Paging the doctor just in case

Low and behold things are killing me
Silly expectations of a dream
Girls are gonna love the way I toss my hair
Boys are gonna hate the way I seem

Day old, day old, day old
Day old, day old, day old, day old blues

Peach Christmas night spittin' German ling
Feels like a fast or homeless sleep
Least there's a record that I love to play
Dreaming 'bout a place i'll never see

(refrain: Day Old...)

Betty, Betty, Annie is a praying
Baby with a man-like lungs
Smell her crying fighting back a fever
Mad as hell give up