Beer cans to the ceiling
ashtray on the floor
laundry on the sofa
need I say more
I walked out with my hair wet
I caught one awful cold
should have been more careful
should have done like I was told
I can't believe it
how could it be
just like you said could happen
so it did to me
Just when I might have seen the light of day
I crossed my eyes 'til they stayed that way
I keep my distance
as best I can
living out my time here in Never Never land
I can't grow up
'cause I'm too old now
I guess I really did it this time, Mom
Mom would understand... she never did grow up, either.
Those Manhattans are goin' down easy this afternoon. We shoulda took pictures, but we were more concerned with gettin' down to it than doin' that artsy-fartsy thang. But wait!... there's this from the interregnum:
That would be just before we set out on Round II, which is comin' up as soon as we put this post to bed.
Update, 15 minutes later: Well, OK... if you insist.
Once again: Prosit!