Starkle Starkle

I was born in 1964, when mothers in labor got lots of drugs.

In my family, every so often we get a laugh when Mom recounts how she was so loopy she told dirty jokes and sang drinking songs to the delivery room team.

The problem is, she's never been able to remember more than the first two lines. For laughs I typed them into Google and here is the rest of the song:

Starkle starkle little twink
Who the hell you are I think
I'm not under what you call
The affluence of incahol
I'm just a little slort of sheep
I'm not drunk like tinkle peep
I don't know who is me yet
But the drunker I stand here
The longer I get
Just give me one more drink
To fill me cup
'cuz I got all day sober
To Sunday up.