Just can't sleep, semisane rants
Don't count sheep, semisane rants

Someone can't be found
He's hiding underground

So I started writing this here song,
But I think I worked it way too long

I...was...up...all...night....

Jus't can't sleep, semisane rants
Don't count sheep, semisane rants

When you can't define the crime
should cost about a dime

And they take away everything you've got
'cuz they don't realize that their coffee's hot

Tell...me...that...is...right.....

[refrain]

When you work your big stick
To the bone
Now, what did that get you? (nothing)
In a crowd of morons,
You're right at home
I hope that tells you (something)
You're thoughts of heaven;
The sane man's hell
Well, it makes me wonder
Why...we're...there...at...all.....

Check out the shape of your circumstance--
Still playing dress-up, in air force pants
Here comes John and he wants your stance
BUT MY COFFEE'S BLACK, SO SEMISANE RANTS!

(guit solo, with donkey braying in back)

Sex is pretty fun
Unless you're eighty one
When there's double kings, but none's a queen,
It's like getting head from Mr. Clean
The fight...has...just...begun