Any downers?

And all around At the side of the grave Stood Charlie's friends Who could not save This stupid girl From the way she behaved But among the mourners And the frowners A cry were heard. . .(aaaargh!) ANY DOWNERS? ANY DOWNERS? ANY DOWNERS? ANY DOWNERS? No I ain't got any more No I ain't got any more No I ain't got any more No I ain't got any more Your downers are gone They was all you could get To ease your mind And your deep regret Over Charlie's mouth So enormous 'n wet Now all you got Is your TV set You turn it on And watch and dream A dream of love On the tiny screen And what do you see As you lay in bed? It's a bald kinda girl With a pointed head Oh no...