Can't find my wallet
can't find my keys
getting to the bathroom
crawling on my knees
So I roll on over
To see who's there
400 lbs
and orange hair
Face like a bad road
Built like a truck
Good gosh almighty
I musta been drunk
I wrote this on the marning after my 40th B-day party
There's several more verses and a couple in-between .. but you get the idea
You're the next John Donne, far as I can tell....