#61 PORCUPINE WINE
#61 PORCUPINE WINE
(Country)
You want to spend some time,
With folks fancy and fine?
Well move along, keep trying.
You see this one starts with
Two dummies in a truck.
And they're flat out of luck.
Back road, Petey and Jake full stuck,
No gas, no cash, now what to do?
Petey grabs the bottles, pops 'em,
Tells Jake "Try it. Made something new."
Jake takes a sip, spits out a quill.
Petey nods "For the taste, not the sting."
Jake laughs, then drinks. Later he says,
"Hey! This feels good... I'm seeing things."
Time for porcupine wine!
Boy, we don't call it fine,
Hell, it's not even safe,
You can tell by the taste.
So just swallow that quill,
And let's drink til we're ill.
Raise 'em up to bad times,
Drinking porcupine wine.
So much fun, made a second batch
Petey got quills, Jake didn't ask.
So then they boiled down the ripple,
Topped off, then corked tight all the flasks.
One to each trailer in the park,
'Cause good times always love a crowd.
Drinks at their fire pit, Jake asks:
"Just me? Or is it getting loud?
Time for porcupine wine!
Boy, we don't call it fine,
Hell, it's not even safe,
You can tell by the taste.
So just swallow that quill,
And let's drink til we're ill.
Raise 'em up to bad times,
Drinking porcupine wine.
Folks, I've seen the video,
Night was plain nuts, you should know.
Red lights all over the park,
Well past dawn, called in at dark.
Women howling at the moon,
Tubas honking out weird tunes.
Guzzling wine like there's hell to pay
Strangest thing?... Nah, shouldn't say.
Packed courtroom that Monday morning,
The boys caked in glitter and Cheez Wiz.
Judge sorting out all the mayhem,
"Gentlemen, I don't know what this is."
"Half-naked ragtime bands marching,"
"Stuff my deputies can't unsee."
"Handing out ten days for you each!"
"No charge... for the three shaved hogs up a tree."
Time for porcupine wine!
Boy, we don't call it fine,
Hell, it's not even safe,
You can tell by the taste.
So just swallow that quill,
And let's drink til we're ill.
Raise 'em up to bad times,
Drinking porcupine wine.
Time for porcupine wine!
Boy, we don't call it fine,
Hell, it's not even safe,
You can tell by the taste.
So just swallow that quill,
And let's drink til we're ill.
Raise 'em WAY up to bad times,
Chugging down porcupine wine.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Porcupine wine! Porcupine wine!
Porcupine wine.
Think we’re done? You folks ain’t had enough?
Petey jumps up off his cell bunk -- looking rough.
Starts pacing, thinking hard, nodding, half-drunk:
Then says "Hey Jake! You ever squeezed a skunk?"