In a case of cold brewskis a roach
Made my beat-up Impala a coach

In a case of cold brewskis a roach
Made my beat-up Impala a coach
Then this magical bug

In a case of cold brewskis a roach
Made my beat-up Impala a coach
Then this magical bug,
With an eloquent shrug,

In a case of cold brewskis a roach
Made my beat-up Impala a coach
Then this magical bug,
With an eloquent shrug,
Transformed himself into a brooch.

When I regained consciousness nigh,

When I regained consciousness nigh,
Nigh on a week had gone by.

When I regained consciousness nigh,
Nigh on a week had gone by.
It was absinthe, not beer

When I regained consciousness nigh,
Nigh on a week had gone by.
It was absinthe, not beer
That made me feel queer

When I regained consciousness nigh,
Nigh on a week had gone by.
It was absinthe, not beer
That made me feel queer
And my heart grow so fond of this guy.

I'm out of the closet, and boy!

I'm out of the closet, and boy!
I'm dancing and shouting for joy

I'm out of the closet, and boy!
I'm dancing and shouting for joy
I don't care who knows

I'm out of the closet, and boy!
I'm dancing and shouting for joy
I don't care who knows
'Cause I'm coming to blows

I'm out of the closet, and boy!
I'm dancing and shouting for joy
I don't care who knows
'Cause I'm coming to blows
In a sense I'd once never employ.

Lizzie's frizzies were clearly a mess

Lizzie's frizzies were clearly a mess
Liz, in a tizzy, was forced to confess

Lizzie's frizzies were clearly a mess
Liz, in a tizzy, was forced to confess
She'd tried eggs and honey