Schwarzenegger Staggers

Smashing bottles, making chairs fly, nights like this he gets really high, quaffing down his last, cold bitter, wishing he were Schwarzenegger. But, at once, his raging chills down as he sees the big bouncer's frown, bluntly reminding him about how last night that brute kicked him out into the street like a doormat for no reason other than that he smooched the sweet songstress' chin, thought he could take her for a spin. How her songs spiced up his night life, but then she was the bouncer's wife; now he starts to sway and stagger, dreaming he were Schwarzenegger!