Oh, what a night
It was sometime, back in '83
It's still not very clear for me
Can't remember, what a night

Oh, what a night
You know, How did I even know his name?
And I was never really was the same
What a story, what a night

I said
He started feeling when he walked in the room
Hey, my
As I recall, it ended very soon

Oh, what a psych
Hypnotizing, psychoanalyzing me
Still didn't get a clear memory
Quite a bender, what a night

And I feel a rush like a rolling bolt of thunder
Destroying his good name with all this slander
Oh, what a night

I said
He started feeling when he walked in the room
Hey, my
As I recall, it ended very soon

Oh, what a night
Took thirty five years to see the light
So much wrong, memories still not right
What a story, what a night

And I feel a rush like a rolling bolt of thunder
Destroying his good name with all this slander
Oh, what a night (Do do do do do, do do do do)
Oh, what a night (Do do do do do, do do do do)
Oh, what a night (Do do do do do, do do do do)
Oh, what a night (Do do do do do, do do do do)
Oh, what a night (Do do do do do, do do do do)
Oh, what a night (Do do do do do, do do do do)
Oh, what a night (Do do do do do, do do do do)

Trapped in a room when Brett came in
And everyone knows the only ones there
Were Mark and me and Brett
When they came in to take me home
The only ones left to forget details
Were Mark ... and me

Kavanaugh, Kavanaugh .. Where on Earth was that place
Kavanaugh, Kavanaugh .. God, why did I space

Horny as hell, too much to drink
And Brett said to Mark he'd sell his soul
For just a peek of pink
Harlot enough to please those two
And Brett said to Mark, "I'll cop a feel"
And then, there's some for you

Kavanaugh, Kavanaugh ... Brett was struggling with me
Kavanaugh, Kavanaugh .. Where's my memory?

I must have suppressed it just about then
Cause the very next time I spoke of it
Was to blight a Judge again
The details were fuzzed as they could be
And nobody ever got around to indict him .. Kavanaugh

Kavanaugh, Kavanaugh ... Where on Earth was that home
Kavanaugh, Kavanaugh ... God why dont I know?

Kavanaugh ......!

Horny as hell, too much to drink
And Brett said to Mark he'd sell his soul
For just a peek of pink

You owe me a bowl of beet soup....

What is a bowl of beet soup in the larger scheme of things, Comrade?

If that's what it takes to bring this predator who has been credibly accused of rape because it is obvious by his denials and his bogus "goody two shoes" pretense that he must be hiding something because I just dont believe him .. (deep breath) .. then so be it