Well I must have been stoned when this whole started, 'Cause I just can't seem to think straight anymore. Can't figure out where I'm at, maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico. I think you're swell but I ain't gonna tell you so. I think you're great but it's late and I'd better go. Hitchhike to Rhome. Take the Greyhound to Fredericksburg. Well I'm flat broke, I've been smoking butts for days. You say,