What I saw was okay, and followed by lounge jazz,
a man with an Arby's sack full of I'd wager
more than just a bucket of Horsey Sauce (mmm)
upset about the death of my friend's dinner (hmm)
and a bit of sea spray from Earl, it was controversial
by local standards probably you could take a joke
and eat it: what I didn't know didn't hurt me, probably.