Another day, I grow slower But the days move fast Ooh, every day becomes the past I know I'm coming in last It's not late Got nothing to do I'm on my phone, ringing up the line Of the party lions Lions, lions Lions It's ten o' clock and I'm Well kind of sick, I'm sighing The Lord knows I'm trying To keep up with the (go, go, go) Now it's one o' clock and I Well kind of feel like dying Lord knows I'm trying To stop hanging with the I'd rather be home with you I wanna be home with you You know I'll never be home with you I've gotta get home to you I'm sick and tired of hanging out With the party lions I'm sick and tired of hanging out With the party lions Lions, lions Lions