Three Stits To The Wind

happy days are here again. i'm three shits to the wind. its so
nice to wet the bed and not care. turning matter into mush.
i'm three shits to the wind. what's another million cells to my
head? mornings broken, so is my nose. i'm three shits to the
wind. how did i get into my neighbor's bedroom? why does my
tongue taste like doc. i'm three shits to the wind. i think
i'll try something stronger next time.