Public service, non-stop,
Thirty days for running down a traffic cop,
Now I'm fresh out of the slammer,
Got a new job running a jackhammer,
Darling, see the shackle marks on my skin,
It's a sad commentary on the shape I'm in.

Pleasure, it has been my...
Pleasure, it has been my...

Now I'm struck by how often fountain pens are really nails in coffins,
Nice tie, handshake, "Sign here, we'll make you great,"
I put the move on this woman named mortality,
She slapped me in the face with life's brevity, hey.

Pleasure, it has been my...
Pleasure, it has been my...

Maybe I need a hobby, maybe a lobotomy,
Seems like, every wrong choice, still small voice dies inside of me,
Now I'm starving and thirsting, and I gotta repent,
But sometimes with dogs you gotta rub their nose in it.

Pleasure, it has been my...
Pleasure, it has been my...
Pleasure, it has been my...
Pleasure, it has been my...