I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told

I have squandered my resistance

For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises

All lies and jests

Just a come-on from those gals on Seventh Avenue

So lonesome that I took some comfort there

-Bonnie? Who is it?

Donovan?

-Bonnie? -Yes?

Donovan!

In here.

-Yes? Donovan, is everything all right? -Yeah, the production meeting was put off,

-so I thought... Who's here? -Here?

Hmm. Who owns that piece-of-shit van down there?

Oh!

It's just a guy going door to door selling pool cleaner.

So why'd he lock himself in the den?

Well, he... Oh, God.

-You remember my friend Ollie? -Ollie Olerud? Short, cretinous wanker.

-Ollie's in there? -Yes.