 Whoa, been a couple of days, the coma take me away, but the press let the story leak. And when the radical preach come to get me released, we is all on the colonel's wig. 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 to Rosie, the queen of Corona. See me and Julia down by the schoolyard.