 The older I trip, the more I go round With his very own pleasin', sneezin', wheezin' I could lie and be crashed to the ground I'll scot through the slate, shot in line They found a tender scot, told the lover it's the same As he nods, shot, forget me not, the daddy's with it As I take a fuck shot, turn up the band Some say I'm like old sister with my manager mister