I dont rock the jukebox,& or hustle the women.& I'm deep drownin' in trouble and not even swimmin'.& I can't begin to tell you my toils, & my trouble is worse than my face being eaten off by boils.& It's so bad i can't even start to tell you,& my troubles.& It's not about a dog,&or women,& nothin'.& What you're gonna have to see is, I took my cousin Cletus's chew water and I drank it.& I drunk it all up and now i've got cancer of the esophagus.