You jumped from the back of a pick-up truck!
You ran the bulls with yer cripple friend Buck!
You are the guy with no enda luck!
But see naw, luck runs out.
It runs out with your neighbor.
Runs out with a slipry hater, mistor bator and an Aye Kay
Dude is going to heaven.
Forget now you that leven.
Shit has normaled out.
Thank you, friend.