Worst At The Best Of Times Lyrics - Singles - Duke Special

You're the best of singers with whiskey and wine 

You play your part to perfection 

They wake you up and tell you it's time for bed 

But there is no question of letting this run any more 

The cigarette's burning your fingers 

There's too much wine on the floor 

And more, and more, and more 

You're the best, the worst, the best 

Now move, you've made a great art of wasting your time 

You're the national treasure for madness 

But birds that sing without leaving their trees 

Are prone to delusional grandness 

And don't let this run anymore 

Come down from your branch while you're able 

There's too much blood on the floor 

And more, and more, and more 

You're the best, the worst, the best 

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up 

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up 

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up 

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up 

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up 

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up 

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up 

Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up 

You're the best, the worst, the best 

You're the best, the worst, the best 

You're the best, the worst, the worst at the best of time 

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