Ode to Andy
The day has come, time's almost up, I'm gonna go cliff jumpin'.
What am I doing? Am I mad? I could be in bed humpin'.
We reach the place, my stomach jumps, what the hell was I thinkin'?
I should know better, never make bets, after hours and hours of drinkin'.
After 10 of beer, 6 of gin and several bottles of Rioja.
I'm Superman, I'm made of iron, knocked out some pissed punk rocka.
But now it's morning, my head's on fire, my stomach won't stop churnin'.
I feel like hell, should be asleep and why's my a$$hole burnin'?
And now it's time, I'm getting changed, too late to change my mind.
Walk to the cliff, take a peek and wish that I were blind.
And now I'm fallin', just jumped right off, Christ, I must be mad.
Falling, falling, like a stone, hey, this ain't so bad.
I'm a bird, I'm a plane, as through the air I hurtle.
Look down, what's that? OH FUKK! A FUKKIN' TURTLE!!!!