Dozy and a failure
My bloke craves booze, has no beer
Moseys from our trailer
In his dumb torn pants, away from here

His bed clothes they are dirty
My fellow's porn lies on the stand
Some issues swiped, some borrowed
And my pride is gone, weep on the can

The strong cheeses are moldy
Foul rodents thrive all through our space
I've a dreary kind of ceiling
Like it's lined with scum and commonplace

My buzzed dude's car's approaching
It squeaks and whines then slows and stalls
Soused bum's too lame to hug me
Clenches hidden drugs, reels and crawls

Dozy and a failure
My bloke craves food, acts so weird
Posing like a frail nerd
Gives me one bored glance, then waves his beard

My grossly crooked smile pouts
As he tries deer haunch I'd fetched
And the bites I'd mixed with chowder
From his gaze, I guess he'd retch

I'd cut cheeks from young hind bones
And I'd made a soup from severed meat
A stale gray thigh for trim tone
Dared he'd rave and long to eat

Clod gets food, starts in gloating
With no startlin' gibes, no gripes nor jeers
Ghostly guy grows paler
I'm so pale, too, drab and drear

Dozy and a failure
My bloke craves booze, has no beer
Moseys from our trailer
Gives me one warped glance, then disappears