I should have stayed in bed
With her panties on my head
Instead of which
I'm in this ditch
And all washed up instead

Wen't to the Mardi Gras
To catch my girl a bra
A float went by
And a sheepish guy
Threw his jock-strap over far

It lande on my right foot
Got tangled in my left foot
Stuck to me fingers
The smell of it still lingers
And trips me over a bloody root.

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