Attitude Adjustment

I need a new drug One that won’t make me pee A fresh new outlook that will just let it be I want to see the world Through rose-colored lenses I want to fly like an eagle And mend all my fences But time . . . Time keeps on slippin’ And I’m slippin’ with it A month is a day A year is a week More is less and less is more I keep thinking it’s 25 or 6 to four Maybe I’m a drag Cause I sure do need A brand new bag Don’t mean to be rude Don’t need a new dude Don’t wanna be crude But Lord, wontcha buy me A new attitude