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