I know things aren't right For instance last week I got drunk every night
I rarely make love I mostly get laid
My dreams are all bad & my hair's falling out
When you get the blues & you want shoot yourself in the head It's alright, it's alright...
Do the monkey, do the pony Do the slop, do the boogaloo twist Cut your throat, Cut your throat... Cut your wrist
When you tire of worldly toil Shuffle off this mortal coil Turn your body back to soil
Hang yourself up by the neck What the hell, what the hell, what the heck More from Loudon Wainwright III