 Whoa, in a couple of days the coma take me away, but the best let the story leak. Now when the radical preach coma get me released, we is all on the coroner's week. And I'm on my way. I don't know where I'm going. I'm on my way. I'm taking my time, but I don't know where. Goodbye, Rosie, the queen of corona. See me and Julio down by the schoolyard.