A guy stepped to the microphone and gave it a kiss. He lit up a cigarette. After the show he met a handigaroo. In the mornig he had a hangover like a f#©kin’ shit. Friday we were playin’ talkin’ (the i*n*g) He drank about four beers in a row. And then again he ate his lunch for supper. I met him once on the bus. He was only standin’ and starin’ at some shit’a. I got off at the one before the last one. I don’t really know where he was gone. It’s a song about a cow, who drives a car, and what’s a song, and what’s a cow, and what’s a car? I’m gonna tell you ‘bout it. Coz I’m the Car Ski Pea Tyrr Mann, and I play in a thrash funk band. I’m tryin’ hard, and trying hard, but it still sucks a lot! Well 1, 2, 3, 4! – 5, 6, 7, 8. I’m crazy about the 8. Eight I’m crazy about…