[Verse 1] Hemoglobin seven-point-six at noon, "Eight's the freefall number," I said, "and we're under it soon." Type and screen came back just fine, But nobody's got the actual bag, so we wait in line. [Chorus] Oh, one-sixty over seventy-three, Hydralazine, let's wait and see, Up or down or steady, who can say? Everybody's almost past their duty day. [Verse 2] "I'm so tired, I'm gonna nap through it," Pain pill three or four hours back, no fuss. Then one-eighty-three, and I ask real sly, "Where do Irish lesbians meet?" She says, "...?" "At the Gaelic bar." Then a laughing face comes through, That's the best medicine anyone could do. [Spoken Word] Thursday, a little spotted cat, Big amber eyes on a black background, First new species in a hundred years. Friday, a flower pot holder, Built from scrap wood, standing in the trees, An old trash bin behind it, retired to aluminum cans. Then thatch. Dry gold-brown thatch on red clay, A green strip at the top. "Thattch." "More thatch." Every one of them saying, look what I found, look what I made, I'm here. [Verse 3] Bill and Cathy brought some ribs, sinfully good, She can't eat 'em, but I would, so I said I would. Smell's too strong, Uber's thirteen out, "Bedroom!" I shouted. "It's already on," she said. [Chorus] Oh, one-sixty-one and the blood's gone in, The numbers dance, but the jokes still win, Up or down or steady, come what may, We'll still be texting nonsense at the end of the day. [Outro]
