Baby steps pound like thunder cross the floor

someone keeps knocking at my door

I try to bury my head from the night before

oh Lord I jusI can't take this anymore

sunlight burning through the shades

remarked, rebuked failing grades

I want to hibernate as my hangover fades

alas the order given all in spades

wish I still smoke the demon weed

I'd like a drink of booze or need

perhaps a joint grown fresh from seed

ah the God bless the sixties indeed, indeed

but a little person's standing at my bedside

screaming in my ear don't hide, don't hide

to ignore her sweet baby kisses I tried. I tried

but last night I promised her a horsie ride.