I don’t need a saddle ‘cause I’m ridin’ bareback
On a horse to Seattle where I’ll score some more smack,
Grab a cup of Java, see an Indie-rock trio.
This shit comes out like lave, in Brazil it’s Dia-Rio
De Janeiro. Camaros, in where I do may heroin.
When I’m in the land of Nod, I feel like a Pharoah in
Ancient Egypt. Oh, the cravings are incessant.
I’ll fuck a Persian bitch in her fertile crescent.
My penis gets engorged, just sayin’, not braggin’,
But I feel like Saint George, when I’m chasing that dragon.
Do it in my ring, like Smaug and Bilbo Baggins.
It’s the hobbit of the habit that will leave my dildo saggin’.
Shit, I’m off the fuckin’ wagon again.
Chase the dragon punch, like Ryu does to Ken.
Shoryuken! Sure, you cannabis.
The craving might subside when I hit a can o’ spliffs.
It comes that way. Shit, it’s fuckin’ government weed.
Given in the Seventies to those who were in need,
Who got glaucoma, throat stomas, mad stoners roast boners,
A Full House in that faggot Saget’s anus. Own us
Like a slave, whose name is Dave Coolie Aviation.
My tremors jerk me round like stop-motion animation.