The one in the jar at the foot of the bed

Get's weaker at heart but larger at head

Says I am the fool

Spat on and pushed aside

He gave something back just right before he died

The man with the hair on top of his ears

Drove past me at eight with a cooler of beer

Got high on the hunt in camoflage green

A drop of precious oil in the ??all darned?? machine

Way-o