Howdy to the Madtown Mob! Have ya ever had a morning like this?

The Morning After

By Buckshot

The morning sun assaults my eyes

and drags me from my sleep,

my scooter’s lying on its side

the kickstand sunk in deep.

There’s a woman lying next to me

wrapped in my embrace,

I hesitate to move her hair;

I don’t want to see her face.

Something ain’t exactly right,

my lip feels kind’a fat

my left eye’s just a swollen slit,

now how did I get that?

Did we have a good time

or did it all go bad?

I hope this chick remembers some

of the night we must’ve had.

My bones sound like Rice Crispies

as I struggle to one knee,

my bladder’s stretched like bagpipes

and I need to find a tree.

Somebody stoke the fire up

and put some coffee on!

if that ain’t still the sunset,

then I guess it must be dawn.

My lady friend is wakin’ up

and brushin’ back her hair

her face don’t look too bad at all

so I guess I’m lucky there.

She looks real young so maybe I’ll

take her back to where I got her.

What’s that, Honey? OH MY GOD!

you’re NOT the sheriff’s daughter!