When I'm ***** I like to get up on my deck and sing this song getting louder at the last part trying to encourage the ******** neighbors to get out of their beds and join me for a 3AM sing-a-long. Goes something like this...
Well, I was ***** the day my *** got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing' in the rain
No, a' you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me
Well I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name