Da Doo Ron Ron

Silencing me twilight with winds of a troubadour
shaking rocks of monotony over my grave
Da Doo Ron Ron no shadow too far
watching cornstalks stumble to greet
with no cud to wallow or cuttle to phone
freezing in this frigging indisposition  
waiting for henchmen to free me from this bin
with a rusty old toolbar's jaws of life
now skating on formaldehyde's thin ice
listening to the sounds from the dead letter box
silencing me twilight with winds of a troubadour
Da Doo Ron Ron no shadow too far