Aches and complaints, you name ’em, I’ve gotten ’em,
Presently even singing sharpens my pain.
Wish I could sink, like a sub, to the bottom,
And send out signals never again.

My friend poured me drinks, though I kept refusing;
He kept repeating, “This once shall pass.”
He hooked me up with one of his floozies -
“She’ll help thee, just like the booze in thy glass.”

But neither helped me feel any less rotten,
It made my head hurt, she made but scenes.
Wish I could sink, like a sub, to the bottom,
And disappear from all radar screens...