The one in the jar at the foot of the bed   Get's weaker at heart but larger at head   Says I am the fool   Spat on and pushed aside   He gave something back just right before he died   The man with the hair on top of his ears   Drove past me at eight with a cooler of beer   Got high on the hunt in camoflage green   A drop of precious oil in the ??all darned?? machine   Way-o