I'd watch my Dad make this toast fork, Bend some wire he'd find up in the shed. Then he'd take some mesh from a flyscreen Make a little bit where he'd rest the bread Man, I wish I could do something useful I never could do the cool shit that he's done I was in my room like a dickhead Playin'on the box that he'd backward strung. Sitting out by the fireside. Laughing tears, smoke'll sting the eyes Kicking back and wasting time Now, I'll strum some Slim out with the old man. We'll play a G, and we'll go to the D. I'll play some wanky Chet licks Meanwhile the old man'd take it back to the G. He'd say "How the fuck do you do that? I can barely take the bass down for a walk!" I'll laugh and shrug my shoulders, say "I'd rather I could make those cool toast forks!" Drinking coffees by the fireside. Watching stars shoot across the sky Reminiscing and wasting time. Cunny funts by the fireside. Laugh so much, you'd have to hold your side. Telling jokes and wasting time.