I can't get up because if i do
I'll just be staring at the wally
I'll take a long look around me
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