I ate 47 so what happened to the other 10?
 Why do you suspiciously change the subject and break my concentration
 As I dump the bottle out and I count the Advil up again?

 Don't interrupt me as I struggle to complete this thought
 Have some respect for someone more forgetful than yourself

 And I'm not done
 And I won't be till my head falls off

 Hitting every pocket on my shirt, pants and overcoat
 And I'm hitting them again but I don't know where I put my notes
 Clearing my throat, and gripping the lectern I smile and face my audience
 Clearing his throat and smiling with his hands on the bathroom sink

 And when I lean my head against the frosted shower stall
 I see stuff through the glass that I don't recognize at all

 And I'm not done
 And I won't be till my head falls off
 Though it may not be a long way off

 I'm not done talking yet
 I'm not done talking yet

 And when I lean my head against the frosted shower stall
 I see a broken figure silhouetted on the wall

 And I'm not done
 And I won't be till my head falls off
 Though it may not be a long way off
 I won't be done until my head falls off