Dave: (Clears Throat) Excuse Me. Can I tell you a story?
Chris: Yeah, lay it on us man
Dave: Okay, it goes like this
Time will forward into insanity
I have got the cure
Eighteen miles off, off the beaches and
It will hit the shore
Siren blasting out the storm warning so
Line up extra dumb
You should be extra careful
But I know you're not that numb
She freaks out, she leaks out
Hurricane
I slide in, Injectin'
Novocaine
A Novocaine
A Novo..
Ramble on and on and on and
You got nothing left to say
This will come to a semi-happy ending
When I know that you're OK
Hurricane, Novocaine
I will never be the same
Will you please calm down
Never will I ever be in lover of the weather
When the storm comes out of your mouth