The Day Residue

He probably killed a hooker

I’m wondering why he’s not here

i’m crashing his pad and drinking his beer

I can only imagine the fun that he’s having

but I can only think it quite queer

He said he’d be back from the big bowling shack

by the time that the clocks hands reached twelve

but alas he’s not here so I’ll drink all his beer

and the finished ones up high I will shelve

he’s probly all sunk from the booze that he’s drunk

and the awfully coloured shoes he must wear

so he probly killed a hooker on the east side and took her

to town with his new big boy frown