If I get shot out of a cannon
Well, I'd expect you to watch for me
If I start going off in pig latin
I should hope you'd still talk to me
I never had a single night in white satin
But I did just meet a lovely little pink salmon
She died in the run upstream
So I had some rough nights, some real bad dreams
I never know the moral of a single story I tell
They all end with me just wasted as hell
So I stopped keeping secrets, I stopped telling lies
But man if those onions still don't get to my eyes