night before I'd slept through Dune,
feelin like I should be poo'n,
Fuckme! Where'd I leave the goon?
Theres better things I could be do'n,
eatin', sleepin', singin', screw'n,
but the first one is a shoe'n,
off my arse to get some goon.
Sure my liver might be rue'n
I might be gettin fat like Boon,
Fuckin drunken crap buffoon,
at least I've got a box of goon.
so I drink it like a loon,
what if it all ends in ruin?
Box of joy becomes my doom,
at least in hell theres heaps of goon.
But I'm pretty sure it'd be that "dry red" bullshit.