(I was drunk off my knob, catching z's, as the swells of the city grazed passed my ears. They all thought I was some shmo, a nut job dame, they could pass all the blame to. Now look at it all, I was drunk, and out of luck, with a bottle of Jack as my teddy. Time to show this town, Valentine, still get's the job done.) Ooooo, phew, my head, hang overs are killers. (I grab my best mate, my Colt Cobra revolver, never leave home without it, a gals best friend, and grabby punks warning.) I need water