I met Melita in Arizona At the clinic for alcoholics She was doubled over The first time I ever saw her But i could tell by the way she held back her hair I knew right then and there I just knew We were thrown from Delta airlines Who knows how long later It runs together But I remember All of the other passengers Was booing her as we held up all our middle fingers We were wasted and man do I mean wasted We found a hotel by the airport Checked in it on credit On the news in the room I seen a girl I knew from the clinic She'd killed herself and poor Phil Hartman too It seemed her dream to be on TV was coming true Where there is a will there is a way you leave With cruel brought you to this stand In my will there will be no way to dispute That I left everything to chance Said, I left everything to chance