(instrumental opening)

George Costanza.
Why don't you come to your senses?
You've spoke angry sentences
for so long now.

Whoa, you're a mad one.
I know that you've got your reasons.
Those kids who were teasin' you
have hurt you, and how.

Don't engage the queen of sitcoms, boy.
A sad, sad situation.
Producer's hearts are fickle, you can bet.

Now it seems to me she died from
licking cheapo invitations.
No jail time, but a punishment you'll get.

George Costanza.
No, there's no need to thank me.
You had job with the Yankees.
But they sent you home.

Employment? Employment?
That's just some people talking.
Those women you're stalking
they'll leave you all alone.

Don't your lies get cold after all this time?
You're kinda fat and your bald head shines.
It's hard to be so cheap from day to day.

You're sinking to some all-time lows.
Ain't it funny how your life you throw
away?

George Costanza.
Why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your denses.
Accept your fate.

Listen to Kramer
to Elaine and to Jerry.
Go, eat, drink and be merry.
(Eat drink and be merry!)
Go, eat, drink and be mer-er-ry.

Before it's too-oo-oo-oo...

late.