Morning sunshine through the curtain Throws a Rorschach on my wall Waking up wide asleep I try unraveling it all By all rights I should be dead From this bullet hole in my head Oddly enough I seem to be alive Greatly dismayed I discover That the feel under the covers With the red toe walks Can possibly be mine. Won't somebody help me? You've got to help me Because wine and too much wine And a female friend of mine Rode a Mustang through my mind last night. It was a Saturday, I don't matter day We were drinking at the old Red Log And another and another With my long lost brother 'til the room began to fog then a fine looking woman walked by looked me in the eye heaved a sigh and took me by surprise I said: “sit down and take your place Of my long lost brother ace” Who had just caved in And passed out on the floor. Won't somebody help me? ....
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