Once, there was a Willie, and he could seenThat there was a Shorty, and he could see.nYou could, you could tell that Shorty wouldn't always be short, so he said Protect yourself, Shorty, protect yourselfnOnce the fever finds your soulnSomething else will take controlnSomething dark and from a bowlnsomething says to menBut it can be indiscreetnAnd you tend to overheatnO'er the taste of soft and sweetnsomething says to menWhat can you do when something falls? Walls close from somewhere,close from nowhere, like eyes. Can't, can't think clearly, I can't think, but I can't think clearly. Believe maybe you can, maybe you can help me, Bill. No, Willie, Willie, can you, doggone it, can you, Bill? Can you, Will? Maybe Jay? No, no he's... bye Jay, bye.nI've got this light behind my eyes and, believe me, it tells me what, what to do, but I doubt it: it says that if you can't win then there's no way you can lose; if nature hates both a vacuum then the vacuum cleaner too. Then it laughs. I don't know what this means. What can I do? I don't know.nLove is, love is, love is, ahhhhnLove is, love is, love is, ahhhhnLove is, love is, love is, ahhhhnLove is expectationnLove is explanationnLove is exploitation, ahhhnSomebody's getting somebody happy...nLove is complicationnLove is consummationnLove is concentration, ahhhnOh, goddamn it, I can't...nLove is obligationnLove is insulationnLove is stimulation, ahhhnIt's always Have a good weekend...nLove is ruinationnLove is accusationnLove is navigation, ahhhnIs anybody, is anybody driving? Someone's gotta be, somebody driving? I can't drive, I'm not... is anybody driving? Somebody must be driving. Is anybody, is anybody driving? Is anybody driving at all?