I'm in the hospital strung out on phenobarbital, And Librium The last thing in the world I wanted or expected was several Democrats seeking refuge under my bed. Nancy Peloski (forgive me for my spelling, I'm high like a kite as George W. Bush at a New year's Eve frat party) and friends are demanding gefilte fish and Matzo ball soup. Somehow Bernie Sanders is under there, and he's rattling his cup for more scotch... I'm getting ready to push the call light and ask if they would dose them all with some Thorazine so they would go to sleep. I even think they dug Ross Perot up. Either I need more drugs or they need to get these politicians out from under my bed. Or maybe order more matzo ball soup.
It’s merely the fabric of reality It was meant to bend and shape Just as the white background By words has been displaced So is your tomorrow An opus to be painted I would gladly guide you along But I wouldn’t have the faintest