For me to defrost,

Get the ice & snow off my person,

And find those nuts that have climbed inside me,

They have been for a few days just kinda lost…

Maybe my voice will rise an octave,

And my digits may get gangrenous,

So I will suffer along till spring,

Then I will be most happy when summer arrives

Hell I may even about summer sing…

So prepare yourselves,

Buy some earplugs,

As I’ll be pullin’ music off the shelves,

And no to those of you who think I do drugs,

I only want to find my nuts & they are not of the variety, lugs…