Cliché It Don't Spray It

I wake up in the morning with my full
Night of pee, walk to the bathroom
Let it out, feelin' lonely
Walk into my living room
The air smells like pickle juice
Last night must have been the night
But it's not tonight, it's a new day
Hooray

Walk outside in my bare feet, sit on the porch
Look at the sun staring at me
Look at the flowers, there's all sorts
Where will the day take my legs in these shorts
It's hard to say, I'm not a fortune teller
Guess I could go see one
'Cause I'm not superstitious religious like my mom
I still call her for recipes
When I actually find monies
'Cause I ain't got a job

Walk inside, the telephone rings
Find out it's my aunt Shirley
She surely wants me to come to her wedding
I was gonna' decline, I haven't seen her in a time
But there's free food
That works for me on a Tuesday
Speaking of weddings, don't think I'll ever have one
I'm new age and it's noon time
Time to catch a dime
Playing my guitar in the sunshine