I had me a couple three drinks and dozed off early. Suppose my shows was turned up loud too. Anyway, I didn’t hear nothin’ when he came in through the kitchen window and stole my fridge.
Suppose he came in through that window in the kitchen and saw I didn’t have nothin’ in the other rooms. Suppose he saw me dozed off with my shows turned up loud too. And I may have woke up if he stole my tube. Suppose that’s why he left me there, dozed off with my shows turned up loud, and went back into the kitchen. Suppose he just unplugged the fridge and walked right out the back door with all my fixins.
Later that same night my stomach got thinkin’ about an old salami sandwich that I had left for later. So that got me up from my chair, and I thought I might get me another drink while I was up too. But when I got to the kitchen and flicked on the lights, I realized The Refrigerator Bandit had stole my sandwich.
So I’ve turned my life around since that night. Lost some weight cuz I ain’t got no fridge, and I ain’t got no food. And my drinks were in that fridge too so I quit the drinks. And my window is busted too so now I have a nice breeze that comes in through the kitchen when I’m dozed off in the other room.
Suppose it ain’t so bad not havin’ a fridge. But somethin’ still don’t feel quite right. Cuz now I’m hungry and sober and it’s Friday night.