Too many watch towers not enough beer, too many women not enough beer, too many elders not enough brains, too many kissses from my woman so sweet hot flashs wipping up and down my feet; Too many many memorys of my bitchy ex-wife my friends they all call me Dr. Strife, Listion my son and i'll tell you up stright don't trust no whiskey drinking women when she has came back fromm the elders on a Thursday night.