Before I sign off and curl up with the cat:
Checkin' Into Betty Ford
(Parody of Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door, Guns N’ Roses version)
Mama, take this gin from me
I can’t drink it any more
Which way’s the sink? I gotta pee
Looks like I’m checkin’ into Betty Ford
Check, check, checkin’ into Betty Ford
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Check, check, checkin’ into Betty Ford
My head feels like it’s made of ground round
I can’t sing my throat is sore
Every time I eat it won’t stay down
Looks like I’m checkin’ into Betty Ford
Check, check, checkin’ into Betty Ford
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Check, check, checkin’ into Betty Ford
“May we have your attention, please. Tonight’s scheduled performance has been postponed, due to a uh, sore throat. Yeah, that’s it! Please refrain from destroying any property as you make your way quietly to the nearest exit.”
Check, check, checkin’ into Betty Ford
Check, check, checkin’ into Betty Ford
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Check, check, checkin’ into Betty Ford
Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah
Oooo, oh, yeah.
“Please put down the folding chairs.”
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