Well it came to me one day in Jerkville
My angel was right on the edge
That jacket's too small for a man of your size
Those socks are too big for your head
I believe whatever you say
Listen, you tell me more
It's under the bridge right over my head
And out through my portable door
I was trapped in a dire situation
Between reason and somewhat in law
The winner takes all, runs off with the ball
Nothing could pleasure me more
Times were I spoke in my peace
But I never knew to help the poor
But I came to the wording to hear what you're hurting
Out through my portable door
The jabbering's hurting my brains oh so bad
Once you were not my employed
The pub that has visions that follow the ball
Slipping through my portable door
The unlikely event came upon me
I wasn't prepared for the shock
Once 'round my neck, twice 'round the deck
And the rest disappeared on the block
So here we are and everything's changed
Faster than ever before
You've gotta be joking man, what are you smoking?
Blowing in through my portable door