"I can't really recall, why I write these words down"
'Cause your forehead is lined with some nasty frowns
"I lay me down"
It is time to go into town!
"Lines. What do we do without those darned lines,"
I know not what we do, without those darned lines.
Pencil along scale,
Sea shore in a gale,
A drunken man's path home,
A shoe worn down to be very bone,
Let's draw a line at that,
For I shall not have anybody left to live for, if I continue,
With this self-vaporizing dish-gaoooo!