Lunch

Two, three, four

I drink my joe, I eat my lunch

I take a walk, I try my luck

I slept all day, I gave a fuck

I kept my calm, I spilt my guts

Sleeping in the grass

Two, three, four

I send my body down the block

I watch the pretty people walk

I brush the birds out of my mop

I put my cherry on the top

Sleeping in the grass

And I could cry if I want to

I couldn't ask for more

I could cry if I want to

I couldn't ask for more

Two, three, four

One, two, one more

And when the sun begins to set

I go out looking for a friend

I pour a beer into my head

And pull my body up my steps

Sleeping in the grass

And I could cry if I want to

I couldn't ask for more

I could cry if I want to

I couldn't ask for more

Two, three, four, five