Or in its generic form, hydrocodone,

The surgeon gave me plenty,

And when the druggies find out I got them,

They come calling at my door to try to get em’…

Told them, “ If you I gave them too,”

What would I use for my pain in my jaw,

They don’t care about that, as long as ‘THEY” are satisfied,

They come over here like vultures, scratching at me with their claws…

I just ignore begging and whining,

Tell them to go home and drink wine,

I rarely have any kind of “heavy” drug here,

I don’t know how they find out I have them,

They must smell them from afar,

I’d be more than happy to buy them a beer,

But that doesn’t to them, of me, endear…