It is too god damn freezing
And I am too god damn yellow to get out
I’d rather lay here under my piano
With this pile of books under my ass
Hating

Suit yourself, he said with a wicked smile,
And than he gave me the evil eye
And the cigar smoked away the merry quietude
That almost reminded me of something from
When I was younger

Like a piece of ancient writing
In a language you’ve not spoken for ages

So I remembered the dirty Mahoney
With his fat belly and butt cheeks
Laughing after having just killed chickens
He enjoyed grease for heaven’s sake like
Nobody else of his size or wits

And I looked back in anger saying crap
Al this story is just making me dizzy
Say I got out, would you then take me to the mountains?

Hell no, he barked, and then he gave me again the evil eye
For he was indeed evil and I bloody knew it
And I bloody hated him for that
He was the only one that refused to be good at all costs

Of course, now he’s six feet under
Dirty Mahoney got him after all
He got him with his sleazy hands hairy sleazy fat hands