Boy, did Tony seem to have a rough life
Just throbbing temples stabbed with a knife
All day long (more like from 9 to 5).
From monotony in order to survive,
He turned to the bottle in a bar
To retrace in woe each nostalgic scar
"Why go home if all she'll do is nag?
She don't fuck me an' her tits sag."
He sighed and swigged and gulped for pity
Then drove with windows down through the city
He cursed and spit and wished matrimonial ties severed
Amen! his prayer was answered and from his bonds delivered
He dragged with him a man, woman, and newborn's screaming life
At least poor Tony needn't go home to his tiresome wife.
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