Last Bottle, Lost Battle

Hello you
Hello you, you seem to slumber
You are staring in an empty glass
Hours come and hours pass

What’s your name?
What’s your name and what’s your number?
You may think I’m impolite and rude
With one intrusive attitude

But it’s the world
It’s the world, it keeps on shrinking
It’s an overpopulated place
I need to sit here in your space

Well, it’s a shame
It’s a shame they keep on mating night and day
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

Now I will crack a joke with you
And you will laugh until you faint
Yeah, you will lose your head in combat

I will sing a song for you
And just go on despite complaints
Yeah, you will lose your head in combat
In this place
There are far too many people
We could sneak away and disappear
Like Freon in the atmosphere

And talk to me
Talk to me, I’ll understand you
I’ll connect to everything you say
Almost in a psychic way

And I’m the king
I’m the king of funny voices
I can imitate John McEnroe
And some guy from Mexico

Oh it’s a shame
No one cares for funny voices anymore
Oh-no-no, no-no-no