Hung up Hung over Blues Patrick AFB FLA.1995


Brrinnnng!......brrinnnng!......brinnnnng!
Oh please!!!! Won't somebody answer that unforgiving phone!!
If it's for me, tell them my body is here, but I'm not at home.
Those bongo's of pain can stop, and leave my brain alone.
It's time to speak of Buick's , to Ralph, the white throne.

Oh Please won't somebody answer that unforgiving phone!
If it's for me, tell them my body is
here, but I;m not at home!
My head is throbbing like it was stung by a hive full of bees!
Breath.. it smells like a stink bug has died in a suicide tragedy.

Oh please, won't somebody answer that unforgiving phone!!
Last night I did my duty for the U.S. Navy and the U.S. Marines!
I drank all the hooch, they're all sober, still clean and pristine!
While my body feels like it's been threw a meat grinding machine!

Oh please, won't somebody answer that unforgiving phone!!
This is Sunday!!! I'm sleeping until my mind finally comes home!
Lawd....another year older....and no brighter inside my brain.
I may start moving...when I can't feel my body and have no pain.

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