Doug

You are my angel
You're my honey-pie

Salt licks and bat sticks and old tricks
You fought for the sidekicks and loose lips
Stop chasing dreams that you never had
Musty air and a cinderblock with no name
Carries Doug to wonder if it's the Rogaine
That made his hair grow back
Or what is it all like now
I feel myself turn my head to the ground
And what am I doing now?