rolled a joint on Friday night

rolled a joint on Friday night

it was so scary it gave me a terrible fright

like at a Halloween party with a circus clown

dipping for a bobbing Adams apple and i almost drowned

thinking of the weekend and the local rodeo

singing cowboy songs for the country radio

station and all the girls looking for a wild time in the saddle

playing table tennis with a hard wooden paddle

bouncing that little white ball over the sagging net

and i'd gladly take whatever score i could get

but it was Christmas time without a foot of snow

so naturally i had no idea which way to go

when the ballroom door swung open with a rush of cold air

and Cinderella was the prettiest princess i saw standing there

in a slim rainbow dress and wearing shiny glass shoes

she was the spitting image of a bottle of booze

i was like a meek mouse with nothing to lose

said to her i'd like to be her driver before midnight

but now thinking in hindsight

that was a silly thing to propose

or so i suppose

'cause i read the book and knew the ending was fine

and my editor kept reminding me of a deadly deadline

which i completely forgot about

but when the clock stuck twelve i could hear her shout.