The Monks

I've been singing part of an old "The Monks" song (from their album "Bad Habits. As Casey Stengel used to say, "You could look it up!") in my head this morning:
I've got drugs in my pocket
And I don't know what to do with them
Drugs in my pocket
Drugs in my pocket

But with some edits:
I've got boats in the desert
And I don't know what to do with them
Boats in the desert
Boats in the desert

A couple days ago it was:
I've got jetskis in the dunes
And I don't know what to do with them
Jetskis in the dunes
Jetskis in the dunes

Then we crossed Queen Creek
And I started singing
Mama mia
Mama mia
Mama mia figaro!
She's just a poor girl
In her little spandex
Spare her her pee
From this monster bike rall-y
(She told me she "had to go; was there a place?")

Well, you get the idea anyway: it's a bad idea for me to have 3 cups of coffee in the morning - unless it's "Bike Week" in Phoen-city and we are so deaf from all the Harley's passing us that Heidi can't hear me singing...