Sotally Tober
Starkle, starkle, little twink,
Who the hell you are I think?
I'm not under what they call
The affluence of incohol.
I'm not drunk as thinkle peep,
I'm just a little slort of sheep.
Tee many martoonies make a guy
Feel so foolish -- don't know why.
Really don't know who's me yet,
The drunker I stay the longer I get;
So one more fink to drill by cup,
I've all day sober to Sunday up.
Who the hell you are I think?
I'm not under what they call
The affluence of incohol.
I'm not drunk as thinkle peep,
I'm just a little slort of sheep.
Tee many martoonies make a guy
Feel so foolish -- don't know why.
Really don't know who's me yet,
The drunker I stay the longer I get;
So one more fink to drill by cup,
I've all day sober to Sunday up.