Next to Me

Sometimes I hear your whistle
As I walk the dogs across the skateboard park
And though I know you’ve gone uptown
I look for you in every doorway on St Mark’s
'Cause even though I’m not a canine
And my bark is usually benign
Whatever I’m sniffin', I’ll drop and come runnin' for you
I once said that «I'm not an alcoholic
There’s just always something to be celebrated»
Well true to form I’m pretty woozy this morning
'Cause last night I was inebriated!
You’re next to me
So everything must be alright
You’re next to me
So I must have made it home last night
It can’t have been too mortifyin'
Though I do remember tryin'
A handstand against a mirrored wall
But oh, I love you, let me
And didn’t then forget me
But took me home
So tell me, did I fall?
You’re next to me
So nothing really matters anyway
You’re next to me
And I feel like I’m on my holidays
And I mean that the British way
Like lyin' on a beach sippin' fruity alcohol
Not the American way
Which involves religion and is absolutely no fun at all
Not that I mean to demean your lovely nation
After all, it made you, and you’re a sensation
The jubilation of our present situation
Could make me lose the urge for any form of masturbation
It’s sensational!
That you are next to me
So everything must be alright
You are next to me
So I must have made it home last night
You are next to me
So nothing really matters anyway
You are next to me
And I feel like I’m on my holidays
I’m amazed that you are next to me