You're gonna miss me, miss me when I'm gone
Your gonna miss me, miss me when I'm gone
Said that I'd meet you
At the Berkeley Marina
3am when no one will be found

All I got in mind
Is a Boone's Farm jug of wine
Smash a bottle in the parking lot

But considering our luck
We'll get busted by the cops
Instead of sex we'll go to jail
Another lesson learned and failed