Just got back from a little trip
wasn't planned, down the mississip
started out from just one sip
of a drink I can't remember
went on down to the land of cotton
woke up really feeling rotten
I can't remember the drink i'd gotten
but, I needed one again
head was fuzzy, vision blurred
one more down, and i'd be cured
instead, now my speech is slurred
but, damn...that drink was smooth
chose to go down to the river
my brain not working, nor my liver
my eyes were closed down to a sliver
I had to find that drink
I saw a re-enactment of a battle
I didn't listen to the prattle
the armies were just led like cattle
to their deaths without a chance
I knew that I saw lots more men
than were actually there right then
my vision saw five score times ten
while there was only twenty two
I relaxed and I loved the feeling
this drink had set my mind a reeling
I feel I could dance on the ceiling
all of this from just one drink
no matter, I swore I'd behave
no comments made about a slave
or I'd be in a shallow grave
and would never drink again
I searched around for near a week
my throat was closed, I could not speak
I hadn't eaten and was weak
but, **** I needed more
i'm sure it had some blue cacao
I need to find out, find out now
i'm not sure when, but I know how
I'll go back to the start
I flew on home and went to where
i'd had the drink on someone's dare
another one of the dog's hair
and i'd start it all again
they told me that the drink i'd drunk
was just some automotive gunk
they moved it cause it smelled like skunk
and I chose to drink it down
some oil and some antifreeze
was the drink that brought me to my knees
they thought i'd die, or at least sieze
but, I guess I proved them wrong
so next time when I have a drink
I think i'll take some time to think
will I notice if it has a stink
before I choose to drink the brew
before I go some sage advice
don't be like me, at least think twice
if you want a trip with added spice
order up one drink from me.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
Just got back from a little trip
wasn't planned, down the mississip
started out from just one sip
of a drink I can't remember
went on down to the land of cotton
woke up really feeling rotten
I can't remember the drink i'd gotten
but, I needed one again
head was fuzzy, vision blurred
one more down, and i'd be cured
instead, now my speech is slurred
but, damn...that drink was smooth
chose to go down to the river
my brain not working, nor my liver
my eyes were closed down to a sliver
I had to find that drink
I saw a re-enactment of a battle
I didn't listen to the prattle
the armies were just led like cattle
to their deaths without a chance
I knew that I saw lots more men
than were actually there right then
my vision saw five score times ten
while there was only twenty two
I relaxed and I loved the feeling
this drink had set my mind a reeling
I feel I could dance on the ceiling
all of this from just one drink
no matter, I swore I'd behave
no comments made about a slave
or I'd be in a shallow grave
and would never drink again
I searched around for near a week
my throat was closed, I could not speak
I hadn't eaten and was weak
but, **** I needed more
i'm sure it had some blue cacao
I need to find out, find out now
i'm not sure when, but I know how
I'll go back to the start
I flew on home and went to where
i'd had the drink on someone's dare
another one of the dog's hair
and i'd start it all again
they told me that the drink i'd drunk
was just some automotive gunk
they moved it cause it smelled like skunk
and I chose to drink it down
some oil and some antifreeze
was the drink that brought me to my knees
they thought i'd die, or at least sieze
but, I guess I proved them wrong
so next time when I have a drink
I think i'll take some time to think
will I notice if it has a stink
before I choose to drink the brew
before I go some sage advice
don't be like me, at least think twice
if you want a trip with added spice
order up one drink from me.
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