when i get my

everything's gonna be much better
when i get my sh-t together
rich as a rose and free as a feather
when i get my sh-t together

don't know the year, don't know the date
but i'm gonna throw a big party; it'll start around eight
there'll be dinner and dancers and a dixieland band
and everybody who comes is gonna shake my hand and say
"it was a question of when, not a question of whether
i knew you'd get your sh*t together"

every song'll be sweet, every joke'll be clever
when i get my sh?t together
the ladies will love me forever and ever
when i get my sh?t together

the white house will send me a real nice form letter
the one they send every man who gets his...
and i'll frame it and hang it in the hall
of my quaint victorian mansion by the waterfall
and it'll hang as a reminder for the rest of my life
which i'll spend in the arms of some wonderful wife
and we'll make some children and they'll make some more
and the kids'll tell stories about grandpa before
he got it together

yes, everything's gonna be much better
when i get my sheet together
oh oh so oh so much better
when i get my shid together

until it all comes to a terrible end
when i fall apart again