Late night a bunch of us was hungry for a snack...
we stop in a niter inn and sat away in the back...
we all loaded stuff to drink, some coffee, milk and cokes...
talk about some worldly things and told some dirty jokes...
we weren't causing trouble...
but suddenly a man...
jump up from his counter seat and pointing with his hand...
said to us with narrow eyes his voice was like a hit...
sadness, he said, is the motor between our happiness...
the he turned in ram but accidentally careen...
and knock over with the crash, a gumball machine...
gumball spill all over the sidewalk...
some rode off the curb...
nobody seemed to care about that, nobody said a word
what the heck was eating him?
we wondered in the low...
this is not a true tale but who needs truth if it is dough...

Oh! what the heck was eating him we wondered in the low...
this is not a true tale but who needs truth if it is dough...