Lyrics:Apple Juice Blues

No problem this time.
Apple juice... 
Sassafras... 
He was all the time askin' me, 
"How d'you— how do you teach class?" 
I say—
"Class is something you're born with, 
Not something, you can buy!"
Just look me in the eye! Lady! 
Gimmie a dollar! 
Gimmie two dollars! C'mon!
I was a man! 
But now I'm a dude! 
Oh yeah! 
I was a fan! 
A ceiling fan... 
Man! 
When you asked me to marry you, I said, 
"What? I can't here you, the TV's on." 
That TV was on, way too loud! 
I didn't hear you propose to me.
Lady, 
My arm really, really hurts.

Oh, I think my head just hit the microphone.