(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...