Drinking the Wild Virgin

I really think we ought to be drinking

The Wild Virgin again

I remember having a beer once

And feeling like a minor god, yes

Just like you did

 

So, now, listen to me: if she snores all night

That's one thing

But if she screws the lights out of the sky first

That's another

 

It's time to move on from this goofy horn-blowing monkey

If she was playing chicken with your soul

This is just further evidence

That the Sixties may have been a massive failure

 

Listen to me: There will be cake                                                                                            

And at the end of life I'll balance my checkbook

So you can bend over and kiss the soul

Goodbye already

How much damn time do you need

To find the gas pedal of life?

 

Stink. Stink is more important than anything

Go ahead, create a stink. Create a big stink

Look, I already saw God sobbing in a wheelchair

His legs didn't work, and He had no hair

So, there

But I really think we ought to be drinking

The Wild Virgin again

Really