Sounds good, Dan. This darn hemorrhoid is the greatest existential threat to me sitting on the couch watching the TV in comfort tonight. Tonight, tonight is it just a rhapsody or am I right? Tonight, tonight is it all a mystery I just can't fight no more? I hear the questions surface in my mind of my mistakes that I have made. Times and places I have left behind and am I ever gonna make the grade? As I beat my head against the wall running around in circles in vain. I'm feeling three foot tall. You don't understand. I'm fading away. Don't want your pity or your sympathy. It isn't gonna prove a thing to me. Good intentions pave the way to Hell. Don't you worry when you hear me sing.
Think I'm gonna go over to the icebox and get that beer now. Maybe I can grab an extra cold one to sit on.