Sober House Blues

I hear that Pinsky comin'
Porsche rollin' 'round the bend,
And I ain't had CPR,
Since, 'bout a quarter to ten,
I'm stuck in Sober House ,
And Mike's a ticking bomb,
But that Porsche keeps a-rollin',
On down to VH1.

When Drew was just a baby,
His Mama told him, "Son,
Always be a good doc,
Don't ever admit Tom ,"
But I put him in with Heidi,
Just to watch her die,
When I see that on air light glowin',
I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's famous folks usin',
In a five-star suite,
They're probably basin' cocaine,
And shootin heroin in their feet,
But I know I'll soon be treatin' them,
I know they can't be free,
But those people keep relapsin',
And that's why I'm famous on TV.

Well, if they'd give me my own network,
If every channel was mine,
I bet I'd be a famous actor,
An Oscar would be fine,
Far from Sober House,
That's where I want to stay,
And I'd let that meth-head porno star,
Blow my Blues away.