I think we should live in the mountains at high altitudes

Poor fat fatty fat fat Hemingway
as he lay in the shit broth tub
Moan the hill-billie blues like the captain of a sludge tanker
Poor old fat Hemingway fat fatty fat
Use to be the goo-goo in a bright
humping Paris
Now the arm wrestling king
of Sloppy Joe Island
No more boys to molest
No more booze to throw-up
No bulls to fuck
Just watching the rain in hell.