Whew, it must be late. Here's the verse. I forgot to type it out. Got hung up thinking about those river years...

I woke up in the morning--I looked up on the wall,
The cockroaches and the bedbugs were havin' a game of ball,
The score was 4 to 20---the bedbugs were ahead,
I got so excited that I fell right out of bed.

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They brought me my breakfast---the bread was hard & stale,
The coffee tastes like tobacco juice in the Portland County jail.

Art