 I was almost home when my luck ran out. And there went my soup, my canned gelt and clout. My fresh bobo, all still in two. And there was no denying that my night was through. The one ballet shoe, the freshest thing I'd sported. Jumped on my board for home, I skateboarded. Made it to my pad, no time at all. Went to my room, I better get the forewarned. Hit the shoe away.