Time for the last hoorahhh

2 edibles, few hours of merrymaking then zonk out for 15 and a half hours, for my first number let me sing a made up silly song, well just the lyrics, you don't wanna hear me sing

Well it was comin' round the mountain half past 8
well it was comin' round an apple quarter to 9

And when the silvery moon was glowing on her toolshed
I felt that it was comin' round the elbow like a shark

And the nights turned into classroom brawls when we ate
and the days were like bronze rooster somewhere by a gate

Tomorrow held a candle
and that morning we had a bundle
but we threw it away into the bin
and cajoled the locals with our din

And when Uncle Elmer rose to his feet
he had a nasty way about his meat
but we all showed him the ropes
on that El dorado moonlight

{in a kind of hillbilly twangy tune envision straw hats and hootin and a hollerin in the background}