I need a seatbelt

The road that this wagon's on is a bit bumpy. I keep falling off. I fell off the night of Dickey's stag but climbed right back on Monday morning. All was good until his wedding day when I went ass over tea kettle over the side and was left in the ditch. After drinking vodka all night I was too drunk to catch up and just layed there watching the wagon disappear into the sunset.

Monday and Tuesday saw me running furiously down the road to catch it. I hopped on, slipped and fell off again both days. On Wednesday I managed to grab hold with one hand and now I'm being dragged through the dirt and mud trying desperately to climb back on board, holding on by a few measley fingers.

God, I want a cigarrette.