I wish I was drunk.
Three Dog Night was wrong; THREE is the loneliest number.
And there are those that think we still have a shot at the playoffs.
Wow you bastards are still alive in here.
Hey, shady baby, I'm hot like the prodigal son
Pick a petal eenie meenie miney moe
And, flower, you're the chosen one
Well, your left hand's free
And your right's in a grip
With another left hand
Watch his right hand slip
Towards his gun, oh, no