Home, Sweet Home
 

The night was dark
in the sea was a shark
I layed on a meadow
down on my knee
I saw not a shadow
then did bite me a bee
I was fully of pain
and also my brain
had terrible feel
I took my round wheel
with my car of steel
and did quick drive away
with the fifth of the gear
not to Monastir
but at home
there I am not alone