Gregg used a vacuum to clean out his ears, It sucked out his brains and brought his eyes to tears, Now, just a zombie remains, As Gregg seeks other's brains, He should settle for some chips and some beers.
A trumpet carillon played all through the night,
They kept me awake which started a fight,
But their brass horns hit true,
Making me all black and blue,
And, up my nose my piccolo fit real tight.