(A one, two, three) Who says I can’t get stoned, turn off the lights and the telephone Me in my house alone, who says I can’t get stoned Who says I can’t be free, from all of the things that I used to be Rewrite my history, who says I can’t be free It’s been a long night in New York City It’s been a long night in Baton Rouge I don’t remember you looking any better But then again I don’t remember you Who says I can’t get stoned, call up a girl that I used to know Fake love for an hour or so, who says I can’t get stoned Who says I can’t take time, meet all the girls in the county line Wait on fate to send a sign, who says I can’t take time It’s been a long night in New York City It’s been a long night in Austin too I don’t remember you looking any better But then again I don’t remember you Who says I can’t get stoned, plan a trip to Japan alone Doesn’t matter if I even go, who says I can’t get stoned It’s been a long night in New York City It’s been a long time since twenty-two I don’t remember you looking any better But then again I don’t remember, don’t remember you...