What is this thing that walks on its hands
It has no feet
It's in my bathroom
And I've never met such a creature before
As I peer around the door
Completely stupefied as to how we should greet
As I sit there eating breakfast in my old wicker seat

Do I get down on the floor
And shake it's hand
Or should I continue to stand
As I contemplate as to why it's wearing my watch band?

It's face is mostly a nose and an ear
And I think it wants to use the shower
"Oh-my god what did I do last night"?
As I continue leer
There's a strange taste in my mouth and it's really, really sour
Oh-no, now I remember
It's all coming back to me I fear
Ten too many beers has regretful power!