I was a bit of a sleeper-inner.
I had this little handheld transistor radio that I used to sleep next to.
Find myself a rock and roll band, that needs a helping hand.
I woke up in a barnyard when I heard a farmer shout. Get away, boy, from my daughter, then a shot gun rang out.
I'll bring the red wine, you bring the ludes.
The first cut is the deepest.