BOTTLES
(Marco)
I open my eyes
Hey wait! This room isn't mine
I try to get up
My last night must have been fine
I open my eyes
For the second time
It's a different room
But it's still not mine
And there are bottles
Bottles
Bottles
Muääääh
Who am I?
Where, why and when?
Let's start simple
I guess it's 2010
Let's get closer
It's October or June
But what's for sure
It is much too soon
I finally get up
And walk through the door
It's a nice room
Four people sleep on the floor
One of them's naked
His name's Mr. Dirt
Well, he's not that naked
He's wearing a skirt
And two bottles
Bottles
Bottles
Muääääh
I've never been here
Can't remember a thing
Mr. Dirt wakes up
And he's startin' to sing
A song 'bout dolphins
And the holes in their heads
With a melody
Lloyd Webber once had written for Cats
Now all the others stand up
And they join this weird song
I close my eyes again
And they are gone
I wake up the third time
And this is my bed
This is my room
And I'm afraid that's my head
I'm missin' two hours
I don't know where they are
I look in the toilet
But there is only Döner
And more bottles
Bottles
Bottles
Bottles
Muääääh
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