sweeping ewe off your feet

Back, back! Oh damn you back!
you howling festering fools!

your feet are covered in sheep
knee deep they creep from ankle
to leg and though I beg
you to count them all
you can't you can't
you can't sleep.

Back, Back! Oh bless you back!
you mangy, loving, lilly livered cads!

these dreams, these raucus dreams
of evil girls and ewe've gone mad
from leg to leg I beg, I beg
please wake and stop your counting
i can't wake up, I can't
I can't -- with you there
so loudly flaunting.