Apex

In the morn in a park in Britain, lies a man in AM dew who's drunk ain't finished

Head full of cotton, and his legs all shimmy

He'll do it all again just to get a little pretty

Working it from some boyhood memory

When times seemed simple

And the gettin was a plenty

Spruce yourself up, get yourself fresh

Put some smell on, get your game in check

You see her man, you brace yourself

You sure hope, she'll let you do all you can

To make her moan, a thing of beauty

But you can't help yourself, because she's got the coochie! Yeah