Good God where's my sleigh

Good God playing for days

Good God any day now

Good God take me away

Good God purple haze

Good God the baddest of brains

Good God anyday now

Good God ridin' my sleigh now

Being that I'm the duke of my domain

My hat goes off to Mark Twain

Singing a song about what true men don't do

Killing another creature that's kind of blue

Writing about the world of the wild coyote

Good man Truman Copote

Talking about my throughts 'cuase they must grow

Cock my brain to shoot my load

I'm on the porch 'cause I lost my housekey

Pick up my book I read Bukowski

Can I get another kiss from you

Kiss me right here on my tattoo