I can’t get no sleep, eyelids feel the dreep

Bridge of sighs I am, leather strap of guitar says damn

Writing is terrible like doctors, what do they do for mee

Do not fill me full of glee

That is what music and walkies are for, makes me feel like Thor

Cat sicks up bowels and food, silly bugger up to no good

I am gonna be bard if no sleep, cat comes in meowing, no more chirpy cheep cheep

When will the white dwarf wipe us all away

Black hole mun, take away all the fun, no more gigs abound

Only fat controller big and robound