when he hears music
he sings off-tune
eyelids so leaden
how high, this loon
his voice will rise above
his notes so far away, too
but yell, he do
drunk as can be
from drinkin' brew

he wrecks the music
down at the bar
he's drunk by seven
thinks he's a star
when time for him to shine
he just stinks up the room
stewed to the gills
he thinks its art
how high, this loon

there's no more music
there's no more tunes
around eleven
in walked, this goon
he heard this loser's whine
his rage was inopportune
he took a stab
and jabbed his heart
now lies, this loon