What are you thinking, Loudon? You've got a far-away look in your eyes…
I remember s**, that thing we used to do
Where you'd lay down, and, usually, I'd lie on top of you
Sometimes, I'd lie on top of you, we tried that out a bit
But it didn't work as well – I guess something just didn't fit!
I remember s**, we had it at night
A few times in the morning, or after we would fight
And on special occasions when we'd had too much to drink
Once in a Morris Minor – a convertible, I think!
I remember s**, it was such a big deal
That we'd worry where it would come from much more than our next meal
And we were always hungry; often, we overate
And it was up and down – and back and forth – and hurry up and wait
I remember s**, and when we went to bed
Sometimes we didn't sleep at all, we just had s** instead
And having it was heavenly, not getting it pure hell
And it was either great, or bad – few did it merely well
I remember s**, and how it made us feel
Completely realistic – yet totally surreal
A thing that we all talked about and all that we thought of
The distant crazy cousin to the scary thing called love
I remember s**, I started on my own
When you and I stopped having it, I tried it on the phone
But that was so expensive, and s** is just a crutch
And since we kicked the habit we don't think about it much
But… I remember s**, it was something that we did
And we always used to worry that we'd end up with a kid
Then we'd have to get rid of it – or else we'd have to wed
These days s** can k** you, kids, so stay awake in bed!
Oh, Loudon, what memories…