I wandered lonely, drunk and proud all floating by on valium pills when all at once i thought out loud and told the priest he made me ill he had a mangy tartan merkin with horror stories in it lurkin'
incontinent as his startled mind that pickled up my silly stays he retched in never-ending whine inciting me to drink and pay ten thousand downed I at a glance tossing the glasses at his pants
he buckled over, screamed hooray i tipped the oily knave in ghee he went out stalking oft in May and offered me a cup of tea my eyes were glazed, my mind distraught for brother Ken was such a sort
now oft, when in the vault i lay in vacant or offensive mood I know that Brother Ken's a spy for the Mafia or Rodney Rude and then my heart with pleasure fills and suffocates the daffy pills..