Yes sir!

Here comes Cokey Joe, looking to make it snow,
I wish I didn’t know what I know,
And that’s why you were hired, (hired!)
Don’t do your job and you’ll get fired, (fired!)
You can’t get tired after hours, (hours!)
They building high in silver towers, (towers!)
They congegrate here after hours, (hours!)
Destroying time, that’s how rumours get started and destinies die.

Tick tock, sex o’clock, where did the time go?
You can’t go blind blowing your load,
And that’s why God’s a liar, (liar!)
You’re underage you need a buyer, (buyer)
We’ll take you higher after hours, (hours!)
They’re getting nice on whiskey sours, (sours!)
They tellin’ secrets after hours, (hours!)
They’re telling lies, that’s how organs shut down and brain cells die.
Oh! Oh! Oh-oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh-oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh-oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh!

Here comes Sammy Smack, and he’s been crashed up,
He gonna need a tranfusion of blood,
And all the ladies of the years, (years!)
Another system under stress, (stress!)
Forget about it, lose that dress, (dress!)
Oh!
Give me a hug!
This is how the young girls dress in my club.
After hours, (hours!)
Eternal life and Satan’s powers, (powers!)
You’ll live forever after hours, (hours!)
Now you know why,
The sun ain’t the real reason vampires die.
They die!

Thank you so God damn much.
And finally let me say this, I love that on Record Store Day we’re making a record that’s going to be sent directly to you, we’re eliminating the record stores. There’s something kind of ghastly about that.