In Paris, France you know it's ooh-la-la
They got the bottle of wine, they got the old Marais
In Dublin town they're gonna tip a few
Of that angry land's thick black brew
Lone Star has no substitute
T for Texas, Toke, and Toot

It's a shame and it's a scandal
The way he burns the candle
The way he burns the candle at both ends

Only twenty four of them in one day
You can't sleep the valuable hours away
Jailbait under twenty one
Illegal and unwholesome fun
Who needs love, who wants romance?
I wanna eat your underpants

And it's a shame and it's a scandal
The way he burns the candle
The way he burns the candle at both end

You know the boy is a rake, the boys is a roamer
The boys's strung out and the boy's hungover
There is no way the boy can disguise
The brown fingertips and the bloodshot eyes
Now the boys's in a sorry state
It even hurts to urinate
Whoa, it's a shame and it's a scandal
The way he burns the candle
The way he burns the candle at both ends

At thirty five his wind is shot
He can't climb stairs and he can't get hot
At forty-five he's all burned out
His teeth and his hair are falling out
At fifty-five he's in his bed
He's finished - one day he's dead

He was shame, he was a scandal
The way he burned the candle
The way he burned the candle at both ends

At both ends
At both ends
At both ends
At both ends
At both ends
At both ends
At both ends
At both ends
At both ends
At both ends
At both ends