Morning sunshine through the curtain
Throws a Rorschach on my wall
Waking up wide asleep
I try unraveling it all
By all rights I should be dead
From this bullet hole in my head
Oddly enough I seem to be alive
Greatly dismayed I discover
That the feel under the covers
With the red toe walks
Can possibly be mine.

Won´t somebody help me?
You´ve got to help me
Because wine and too much wine
And a female friend of mine
Rode a Mustang through my mind last night.

It was a Saturday, I don´t matter day
We were drinking at the old Red Log
And another and another
With my long lost brother
'Til the room began to fog
Then a fine looking woman walked by
Looked me in the eye
Heaved a sigh and took me by surprise
I said: “sit down and take your place
Of my long lost brother ace”
Who had just caved in
And passed out on the floor.

Won´t somebody help me?...