Teresa was born on the wrong side of the tracks.
She joined the Army, spent her whole life on her back.
When she would drink, little did she think.
Knuckles of moose, moose was on the loose.
Made it easy for her sink.
She would be seen shaking her tiny caboose.
Met a conductor, his named Bruce.
Bruce ran the train, Teresa was feeling no pain.
She took a long ride.
Loses all, nothing to gain.
Leaving all to chance, No where to hide
Sad as she walks alone, in the pouring rain.
Teresa wasn't all there, she was insane.