Rats in my jacket I'm so impressed I am now seen unclean Wash me up mama and give me a suit of gabardine I had a suit, by the look on my face, maybe it's plain to see that that never stopped what was troubling me like once, it was Monday out. And dry? Man, it was a drought but all that is slipping my mind Cracked like a whip like a brick coming down and hit me between the eyes another occasion I've yet to forget was I unwise? Should I remind you that this is the end of Camels, and masking tape, and this demonstration of tripping with grace and if I need you I'm intentionally wasting your time Hey, everything's slipping my mind Now copper and nickel are heads in my hand I'll bet you your sparest change that this time tomorrow you'll be miles away with all trace of Monday out with deserts to think about and all of this slippin' my mind.