I got drunk and fell asleep atop the sheets, but luckily I left the heater onAnd in my dreams, I wrote the best song that I've ever writtenI can't remember how it goesI stayed drunk and fell awakeI went cycling on a plain, and far away I heard you say you liked meWe drifted to a party, coolThe people went to arty schoolThey made their paints by mixing acid-wash and lemonadeIn my brain, I re-arrange the letters on the pagе to spell your-I found an ezra pound, and made a bеt that if I found a cigarette, I'd drop it all and marry youJust then, a song comes on - 'You Can't Always Get What You Want'The Rolling Stones, oh woe is me, the ironyThe stones became the moss, and once all inhibitions lost, the hipsters made a mission to the farmWe drove by tractor there, the yellow straw replaced our hairWe laced the dairy river with the cream of sweet vermouthIn my brain, I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your-You said, "we only live once," and so we touched a little tongue, and instantly I wanted toI lost my train of thought and jumped aboard the Epping as the doors were slowly closin' on the worldI touched on and off, and rubbed my arm up against yours, and still the inspector inspected meThe lady in the roof was living proof that nothing ever really is exactly as it seemsIn my brain, I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your-We caught the river-boat down-stream, and ended up beside a team of angry footballersI fed the ducks some krill, and we were sucked against our will into the welcome doors of the casinoWe drank green margaritas, danced with sweet señoritasAnd we all went home as winners of a kindYou said, "I guarantee we'll have more fun, drink 'til the moon becomes the sun."And in the taxi home, I'll sing you a Triffids songIn my brain, I re-arrange the letters on the page to spell your name