The bedposts are cool to the touch
The sheets are crumpled into an Oldenburg
Three hairs curled over his undershirt
A spare tire rolled under his overshirt
But scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, dirty fingernail
Ollie wasn't young like he was last night
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, dirty fingernails
The sheets still showed a yellow spot
Ann ran her tongue along the ridges by the Gulf
Thoughts slipped into valleys concealed by dense Mexicali underbush hair
A flag ran up his pole and waved firmness with wings
But scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, dirty fingernails
Ollie wasn't at all as young like he was last night
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, dirty fingernails
But the sheets, they still showed the yellow spot
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, dirty fingernails
The sheets, the sheets still showed the yellow spot
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, dirty fingernails
But the sheets, the sheets, the sheets