5 February 2014
Every day, about half past noon,
My brain slips away to a happy little tune.
Oh… I wish I was a little comatose,
Oh… I wish I was a little comatose…
I would not feel a thing,
or be hanging by a string,
Oh… I wish I was a little comatose.
Sing this to the tune of the children’s song,
“Oh.. I wish I was a little bar of soap”