Ol’ Duff slept in the bunkhouse in the corner by the wall
Nobody slept beside him.
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Ol’ Duff slept in the bunkhouse in the corner by the wall
Nobody slept beside him. It was self-defense, that’s all
‘Cause Ol’ Duff was a chorus of expulsions in his sleep
That sounded like a freight train goin’ through a band
of sheep!
His sinuses would vibrate ‘til the quilt slid off his bed.
His snores would roar unmuffled like a chain saw in yer head!
Alarming exhalations burst in intermittent blasts
Like dueling trumpets blaring loud enough to shatter glass!
The window panes would rattle and our covers rose
and fell,