We All Need a Lost Weekend Once and Again Bags are packed I had a realization or a heart attack With corner hawkers talking about tuberculosis in a stocking Love the footwear, hate the coughing that my neighbor's bent on offering How he hates the awful offspring of those he barely tolerates From graveyeards he would liberate So every year he celebrates the world war he was hobbled in I can't relate, I haven't been sorted out for E's and whiz or jaded with the music bix Since billionaire populists told me what my problem is And all of us our hominids So all of us are creepy fuckers From the prairies to the Rucker Out of luckers suck it up and mourn the morning they got stuck A word of warning: baby, pucker up You know what I'm about I'll give you a call when I'm tuckered out