*GOOD TIMES ALL GONE*

Words byZan, tune 'Labyrinthodont's Lament' by Dr. Jane

I was happy propping up the bar
Had no desire to go very far
Till into some kind of daze I fell
And wandered out of the convention hotel
Good times all gone,
Things ain't the same since I left the con.

I feel awful - my head is thick
If I'm not careful I'm gonna be sick
This Vulcan costume's not made for outside
Thin trousers and my shirt's open wide
Good times, etc.

I've been awake since Friday night
I guess I must look a terrible sight
Wasted and bleary and covered with hair
And all my ID is you know where
Good times, etc.

I need breakfast but there's just no chance
No money in these Vulcan pants
Passers-by just look at me strange
Won't give a Vulcan no spare change
Good times, etc.

So here I am wandering up and down
The frozen streets of this mundane town
I can't go back, it's a crying shame
Can't remember the hotel's name
Good times, etc.

I'll sit here on this public seat
Nowhere to go and nothing to eat
Hoping some fan will wander by
And guide me home before I die
Good times, etc.