and forget what I got up for
breakfast being the only thing
that gets me out of bed
my stomach screams and to the floor I fall
gluey eyed I stumble through my room and down the hall
at least I can scratch my balls
Cocoa Crispies calling my name and crackling in my head
my pipes are getting rusty
my brain smells more like cheese
I think I'll watch some t.v. or spin a record instead
Cheers Love Connection or something like the Dating Game
