There were 87 Advil in the bottle now there's 30 left  I ate 47 so what happened to the other 10?  Why do you suspiciously change the subject and break my concentration  As I dump the bottle out and I count the Advil up again?  Don't interrupt me as I struggle to complete this thought  Have some respect for someone more forgetful than yourself  And I'm not done  And I won't be till my head falls off  Hitting every pocket on my shirt, pants and overcoat  And I'm hitting them again but I don't know where I put my notes  Clearing my throat, and gripping the lectern I smile and face my audience  Clearing his throat and smiling with his hands on the bathroom sink  And when I lean my head against the frosted shower stall  I see stuff through the glass that I don't recognize at all  And I'm not done  And I won't be till my head falls off  Though it may not be a long way off  I'm not done talking yet  I'm not done talking yet  And when I lean my head against the frosted shower stall  I see a broken figure silhouetted on the wall  And I'm not done  And I won't be till my head falls off  Though it may not be a long way off  I won't be done until my head falls off