Room Service
I drank too many alcohols
To keep my thoughts in order
So when he brought my breakfast
I lambasted the porter
And said he was a commie That his wife looked just like Stalin And then I threw some bottles Which made him put a call in
To the mens in charge Who were quite large And they gave me sneers While I pounded beers But I didn’t care And I let them stare I kicked up my feet But when I went to eat
The tray was filled with bagels Yet when I sorted through that junk Not a one of thems was onion And I knew I’d ordered drunk
And said he was a commie That his wife looked just like Stalin And then I threw some bottles Which made him put a call in
To the mens in charge Who were quite large And they gave me sneers While I pounded beers But I didn’t care And I let them stare I kicked up my feet But when I went to eat
The tray was filled with bagels Yet when I sorted through that junk Not a one of thems was onion And I knew I’d ordered drunk
