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? ....