Head on the wall
Head on the wall
And my piss hardly makes the stall
And this time it's not an act
This time I swear it's fact

Now I ramble on
About that girl who's gone
And I tried teaching her guitar
Now she's standing at the bar

And I say: "Yeah, that's a good one"
She says it follows her around
No shit, it's by the Beatles

I'm so lost
And I live just around the corner
Well here's a thought
Get Frank McCourt to write the forward

Well I'm John Lennon
It's sixty seven
(x4)