a ninja in his nightdress,

dancing crazy ,a butterfly on crack.

losing hold of my broken mind,

or maybe i better get a glue rather than the flu.

watching the sunshine in the morning;

why do i have The Who buzzing in my head.

A one way street to the dark side of moon;

always steady in a spinning curve.

eight and half pints of vodka down the pipe;

why is the world drooling at all that i like?

second shows of a sneak preview,

down the hall on freaky friday;

a weekend starts within a spin on the clock;

planning to spend it all with my mind in block.