A-wake, senor! The morning a-awaits!
The drinks are still good, and the hangover's great!
You melted down, you drank your frown,
grabbed a mug and went into town.
You let the contents of the bottle do the thinking,
footsteps guided by copious drinking.
naturally knowing what any drunk noes,
you had to go Mexicanos,
burritos, burritas,
to impress chickeritas
our hero fell short, lost his cohorts,
and met a pretty Miltankas.
Blurred and slurred, the cow looked gurred,
but remembered protection,
as he shurred,
thank Gurred.
A samba!
a mamba!
the horizontal conga!
A night of love, booze, and muy chimichanga.
Ah, what a night, that a charmander might,
make love to a bovine,
that's right.