can you and i sit down without fighting
and drink the rest of this scotch in peace

or were we destined to be winding
concurrently during release

is it the past, or is it that woman
that makes the simple liquids taste like salt

i ask myself why it is hard for a smart man
to understand that it's not all your fault

after all i am human, and you are human
and your wife's a human, though of a special sort

so let us drink to being human
lest i must take your ass to court