Hit in the head by an Alp Horn,
that's what's the matter with me.
Hit in the head by an Alp Horn
in nineteen ninety-three.
I couldn't have known what would happen
as I tried to walk around
that guy in the lederhosen
blowin' out that mighty sound.
Since then, I can't even remember
my name or where I've been,
but I sure as hell can yodel now,
so I've gone on the road with him.
We make a pretty fair living
in many a Swiss canton.
and when he's not blowing his Alp Horn,
he cares for me like a son.
Max Reif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hit-in-the-head-by-an-alp-horn/
