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Very much vodka and too much tequila: those are the ways I learned to deal. Across against the light and the sleet scalds my sight, stunned I stayed put and a billboard truck runs over my foot. So things are really hopping; and my unemployments stopping; and my kitty cats copping; and I need to forget. So I go to the window and smell a cigarette.
Now Im in the clutches of my crutches: Im laid up, and I sip from my cup, and I look outside. And I see Christopher Hyde-who just got divorced, and theres a restraining order enforced-going in his ex-wifes garage. Im just drunk enough to open the window, yell out gruff:
Dont you key that brand-new Camry. And he gave me the cursor, d*mn, returning to the spot he was, Mind your own business you! And I wag my finger, Youre not doing what youre supposed to do.
And then hes coming toward me, and I took a swig of my tequila cause it made me feel a little nervous as he started across against the light: but he didnt look to his right as he didnt stay put. And a billboard truck came and ran over his foot.
And the cops responding called out to me, Hey is this your cat? Yeah, but sometimes it forgets. Ah, wait a minute. I gonna come out there and smell a couple a cigarettes.
Dont you hurry-worry with me