All Star Breakfast

I'm a dirty belt buckle on the waistline of a man Leaning over an all-star breakfast Cup of coffee in his hand Like a matching suit and tie in the clearance of a store I'm getting awful tired of never being worn It's funny the way things oughta be The way I eat much candy but never have had cavities So when I get to thinkin' And my thinking's quite the mess I think us lonely people could make something out of this I'm that old t-shirt with the scoop neck stretched and the cutoff sleeves The one that you've been missing but never thought you'd see Like a second helping of grandma's famous dish I'm not fond of liver, but I can't say no this It's funny the way things seem to go You spend all your wishin' but on Christmas it don't snow So when I get to thinkin' And my thinkin's quite a mess I think us lonely people could make something out of this It's funny the way it never goes as planned When Cupid shoots his arrow You never know where it'll land So when I get to thinkin' And my thinkin's quite a mess I think us lonely people could make something out of this