I don't know about you, boys, but if you're like me
then hanging around is all manhole is bringing you down. Six feet under, getting under your skin
Cabin fever, it's setting in. You stir crazy, stuck in a rut
You could use a little pick me up. Well, I can give you what it is you crave
a little something from the good old days. I got the wind right here in a jar
I got the rain on top at the bar. I got sunshine up on the shelf
Allow me to introduce myself