Welcome to the camp, I guess you all know why we're here
My name is Tommy and I became aware this year
If you want to follow me, you've got to play pinball
And put in your ear plugs, put on your eye shades
You know where to put the cork
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I've been tied to the whippin' post.
Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'
Ooh-ooh, I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
Ooh-ooh, I heard it through the grapevine
And I'm just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey, yeah
I grilled some pork tenderloin tonight. I'll turn the leftovers into tacos, Asian stir-fry, or something else, depending on what I'm in the mood for tomorrow.