Hit In The Head By An Alp Horn Poem by Max Reif

Hit in the head by an Alp Horn,
that's what's the matter with me.
Hit in the head by an Alp Horn
in nineteen ninety-three.

I couldn't have known what would happen
as I tried to walk around
that guy in the lederhosen
blowin' out that mighty sound.

Since then, I can't even remember
my name or where I've been,
but I sure as hell can yodel now,
so I've gone on the road with him.

We make a pretty fair living
in many a Swiss canton.
and when he's not blowing his Alp Horn,
he cares for me like a son.