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Gedicht: Headache

Got me some fine polka-dots right on the spot
of my brand new scarlet sans-culotte

you can see me comin' for miles
in company of my manservant Giles

can you see my fine shiny leather shoes?
I let them lacing up even before I touched the booze

we're taking an outing to whisky-island
after such we'll join you in the highland

where the liquor grows in bottles on trees
we'll get us a shot in the morning breeze

well I'ld like to sip such golden juicy malt
on a rock of basalt and it won't be my fault

tomorrow my head will feel like an earthquake
so bring me a jar of pills against this headache.