We run around in a blind panic
I can't seem to find the donuts I packed in this picnic
Ah, there they are right next to the arsenic

On the grass under a tree
The wind blows over a vial smell from a public lavatory
A few feet away flows a small river
Sandwiches stolen by a fat beaver

Never-mind the sun is still shining
Just as I say it there's thunder and lightning

Gather this lot up, put it in the car
Later that evening we'll prop up the bar
On the way back to our hotel a tire blows out

Some people stop to help, hold us at knife point
They want all our money right now
We hand it over, then they drive off
The rain is poring down and I'm getting a nasty cough

We wake up the next morning, the rain has stopped
I change the tire and then we drive off
We go to the hotel, but it's burnt down
So we go to the pub, but they don't have one in this town

Now looking around this town doesn't really exist
That's because I wrote this whilst I was pissed!