Just Like Old Times (Look Mexico)

I think it's ready by now By now the room is full of steam Unwanted, wrinkled for now Holding sinking ships against fingertips And there's a prehistoric carnivore Lives on only in these rubber toys You close your eyes to fill up an empty tub You're too old for this, little boy Then why are you still here You're wasting time You'll be late for your own life So why don't you put on a tie and go get a job It's right over left Right back over and through All tied until the air stops holding you If the moon won't fit anymore It doesn't mean I quit Too old for this