The Scene Selection

[Verse 1] I'm all messed up again I can't hold the coffee cup, but then It's so cold The Plaza's spinning 'round I'm dizzy from driving up and down The scene selection's bands gigs lists all jam-band hybrids [Verse 2] That speaker's all but blown It so loud in here at least at home There's no crowd I don't know anyone At least at home there's grass and warm rum The scene sucks you in but sucks when you're within [Chorus 1] What'cha wanna do? What'cha wanna do? I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know [Verse 3] Oh, let's call it a night This quite hopeless plight And there's melodies inside my head ascending and descending Next weekend comes bringing all brand-new doldrums [Chorus 2] What'cha wanna do? What'cha wanna do? I don't know I don't know