Trendy Shitbag

Last night I ate three chilli dogs
Had a beer and hit the sack
I was so full that my stomach hurt
So I laid upon my back
I was fat and happy and so content
I never did suspect
I'd dream I was a trendy shitbag in a discotheque

Oh, I looked like David Bowie
And I was dancin' with Madonna
I could have left at any moment
But I didn't even wanna

I woke up in a cold sweat
Put my hand upon my brow
I must have got out all right
But I don't remember how
A dream like that is hard to shake
A nightmare I won't soon forget
I dreamed I was a trendy shitbag in a discotheque
Oh I dreamed I was a trendy shitbag in a discotheque