your telephone is ringin' off the hook line and sinker you’re a stinker 'cuz you’ve been indisposed

i’m tryin to get outta' here with my fear there’s a dude in the corner and he’s playin' pocket pool

i’ve got a feelin’ and i’m appealing to you’re refined sensibilities it's why i’m late and that’s my fate I'm in the middle of nowhere

it ain’t fair, to cut heirs but, maybe that’s a possibility? and it ain’t fair, to cut heirs but, maybe that’s a possibility?

i’d leave this place to save face such a disgrace i’ve become like a child that is sucking on it’s thumb

my only option is the function to go out onto the street did you know it? i’m at Dead End Rd.

i’ve got a feelin’ and i’m appealing to you’re refined sensibilities it's why i’m late and that’s my fate i'm in the middle of nowhere

it ain’t fair, to cut heirs but, maybe that’s a possibility? it ain’t fair, to cut heirs but, maybe that’s a possibility?

all i got is a voicemail message so if you get this plea please get on over here i can feel someones eyes staring at me out of place and they are lookin' at me up from head to toe

it ain’t fair, to cut heirs but maybe that’s a possibility? it ain’t fair, to cut heirs but maybe that’s a possibility? it ain’t fair, to cut heirs but maybe that’s a possibility? it ain’t fair, to cut heirs but maybe that’s a possibility?