Midnight Stuper

Man on the bongos, play me a song That I can ship shap shatter to in the blue moon Of my midnight heart. Feel the vibration of my hips and tie ropes Around my legs because I might tap a bit Too much for any cats around. Fill me up. Bottle tips up. Drink it down And drown me in my sorrow With a smoke of victory on death’s part. Hey man on the bongos! Give me a beat, For my soul has a speech on high and it will Come out at godspeed. My tongue dances around my teeth and Makes my gum bleed with passion And unfulfilled desire. Glass down. Booze goes down. I shoot up With firecracker vocals shooting biz bang crash In the midnight sky. Oh bongo man, you are the god of my night, With hands like sandpaper that shape Me up and feel me out. My aching heart will wake up with morning sadness, But I met my god on the corner of Market And he held all my pain. Pitter, patter. Medicine down, life up Sitting on the table of drunkenness, And yet I still can’t sleep.