We played Fridays, got our dole Thursdays.
Pissed it away soon after.

Last show, couldn’t hear any bass.
Looked over and Sid Morris was

guzzling jugs of beer side of stage.
Kylie turned around, shrugged her shoulders.

She was wearing fishnets again,
said she wanted to give me

a better view than usual.
No idea where Sid went after.

We drove around looking.
Next morning, he woke in the park,

had found a comfortable
daisy bush near the mushroom toilet.

First people he saw were German tourists,
thought he had teleported to Germany.

Should have, because we never played again.