The Rest Is Yet To Come

Make me something Put it on the marquee A leprechaun dancing Whatever strikes yer fancy Then we'll throw it in the fire pit Then we'll sit next to it It's our trophy with a phobia Or is it good will haunting And you said The rest is yet to come I said don't you mean the best You said we're making a huge mess Won't lay down Won't confess All burnt out and won't succumb Ah but the rest has yet to come has yet to come Make me something Put it in the backseat Then drive me crazy Then call it new wave-y So futuristically out of date But if it takes time it's never late Fire all the hired guns I know I'm not the only one The rest has yet to come The rest has yet to come The rest has yet to come