The Backson's the one who's been putting holes in our socks!
—Most of the Characters, Winnie the Pooh (2011)
People celebrate,
Come home feeling great,
But by dawn,
Joy is gone,
And they're wishing they were dead.
It's not what they think;
It's not that last drink,
It's just me,
Playfully,
Pounding on each aching head.
Come home feeling great,
But by dawn,
Joy is gone,
And they're wishing they were dead.
It's not what they think;
It's not that last drink,
It's just me,
Playfully,
Pounding on each aching head.
