(What a wonderful world...What a wonderful world...)
A loose door-jamb, light left on, the oldest national lottery
Enter Johnny-go-darkly, come to spoil my party
Smell of feces lingers, echo of light fingers
Cold comfort blankets, steeped in creeping anger
Flatfoot comes poking, compounding my misery
Grinding pestle and mortar, adding insult to injury
If only this, if only that, if only in my guts
See my life before my eyes,