I'm so tired, I can no longer think.
I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink.
My orgy of song writing nearly drove me to drink
Close, close close.

I'm so tired, I cranked out quite a few.
I'm so tired, my mind has turned to goo.
I want to thank all you who waded through the stew.

Thanks, Chuck, for putting them on
The site; they came in kind of a swarm.
I'm gonna go sleep and rest up my brain.
I feel a bit weak, also slightly drained.

Later, I'll give it some thought and then work
For a little piece of rhyme.

I'm so tired, I'm feeling pretty spent
I'm unwired, my energy's unpent.
I'll nurse a watered Stoli,
Nod off, and sleep until Lent.