I Was Suppose To Be A Jesuit

Some Of It's Magic And Some Of It's Tragic But I Had A Good Life All The Way.

Find Yourself A Lover Who Will Glue You To The Floor

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus. It's That Kind Of Morning.

I Was Hungry And Went Out For A Bite, Ran Into A Chum With A Bottle Of Rum And We Wound Up Drinking All Night.

Wasting Away Again In Margaritaville, Searching For My Lost Shaker Of Salt.