My name is Misty Steven John Dakoda
I make a living driving organs for the state
I have love to give but nowhere to put it
Single male oh yes i am

[Verse 2]
And id like to meet a pretty young lady
And marry her before she got away
But the fact remains I'm hideously ugly
And nothing ever, ever goes my way

[Verse 3]
So whilst patients reject replacement organs
These women they just reject me out of hand
But these tires never fail they keep turning
So ill just keep on eating up the land

[Outro]
A whistling solo now

[whistling solo]

I ran out of organs