lingering buger blues

I got myself a buger, and it don’t want to go

And I think that buger might just have a tendency to show

I blow so hard I almost sweat, but my kleenix is clean

I curse, I howl, I wet my pants, and then I even scream

I got those lingering buger blues

From my head down to my shoes.

That buger left on Wednesday, on Thursday, I suppose,

It came back to the back and side and front part of my nose

I even used my finger, but I couldn’t fish it out

I bleat like my old donkey, I vibrate and I shout

I got those lingering buger blues

From my head down to my shoes.

I thought a little dynamite and nitroglycerin

Might make that buger much more out than where it is – in

I lit the fuse, I counted down, the instructions I had read

But the buger stayed inside my nose and I blew off my head

I got those lingering buger blues

From my neck down to my shoes