4 a.m. in Canuckistan,
And I'd trade my tube for a beer,
My mouth tastes bad,
And I'd be feeling glad,
If I could get outta here.

The popsicle doesn't help any,
And the nurses gotta help me pee,
A little to the left Jenny,
There now let me be.

Twas a time I stood tall
In the heartland
Twas a time I had a ball
But for now I'm wishing
I was fishing,
In canoe with Don in the sun.


John Conley
Musica est vita