Life's A Mess

If you're lost at sea and that Summer breeze just ain't blowin'

Well keep rowin', 'cause I'm floating on out your way

And I'm no Maitre d' but I'll make sure there's a little tea in the kettle

While you settle your weary head down for the day

What more can I say

Baby, life's a mess but this mess is short

So let's drown our pain in Minute Maid and call it a sport

And when your back needs scratching, well, I solemnly swear

That I'll grab the rake and I'll be right there (yeah, yeah, yeah)

And if she caught your eye but your pickup lines are a little blurry