Good mornin', lethargy. Drink Pepsi, it's good for energy. The bath's on, smoke in the bedroom. Sore throat, and on my neck a nasty bruise. And where it came from, well I don't know.
A malady has taken him over. Coughing tar in his Japanese motor. The lights are magic, and he feels lucky. And he's got money, shoots like an arrow, oh.