Come to from slumber on bed's soft tundra Murky with mourn beside dead uniform And I wish and I hope And I wish and I hope With long drag on me smoke And I wish and I hope That I'll stalk the corridors once more
Please, Sir let me return, if only for a term (how I yearn)
It's glee, Sir, with your hot breath upon me (gob gurning in fury)
But I only winded that lad before he bolted And I only fumbled that lass, besides, I was revolted
So for forgiveness With me boyz as witness Take these chips with cheese As an offering of peace
