They Call Me The Burger Head,
But I am not a Burger Head,
Instead I am no burger fed,
Instead my friends are those're dead,
I want not to live my life,
In solitude or without strife,
I merely want my burger back,
That glistening sunshine ray of life,
I want you back for all of time,
Please Help me With my Alcohol Problem.
Michael Hing
Copyright ©2001 Michael Hing