(The song below is in jest only- and does not represent the author's views on the matter- actually, the author is a non-drinker).
Friday night has come around again.
Getting plastered is my weekend plan.
Time to go and visit local bars,
Get some booze and smoke me some cigars.
Watch some games on satellite TV,
Chew some fat and sing a song off-key,
Give my fav'rite waitress one big kiss,
Tell her how much she has been missed.
Only that I'm never satisfied
With the choice of spirits they provide:
Brandy, gin and rum don't fill the bill
And my thirst for booze they don't fulfill.
I remember back in '62
My grandfather would his moonshine brew,
And he let me taste the stuff he cooked
And he got me positively hooked.
Chorus:
Moonshine ,
Love of mine,
Better than all kinds of wine,
Better than all kinds of beer.
Moonshine,
Tastes so fine,
Makes me feel, Oh, so divine...
Makes my problems disappear.
Margaritas taste like baby p*ss,
And in drinking punch I find no bliss.
I don't care much for Gumbo Fizz,
It's my granpa's moonshine that I miss.
Chorus:
Moonshine ,
Love of mine,
Better than all kinds of wine,
Better than all kinds of beer,
Moonshine,
Tastes so fine,
Makes me feel, Oh, so divine...
Makes my problems disappear.
It's illegal in this day and age-
Cops have put them brewers in the cage.
And my gramps his old distiller hid.
So that cops don't find it, God forbid!
And since then no matter what I drink,
Nothing makes me feel like I'm in sync,
Nothing sends them shivers down my spine,
Li-ke that heavenly moon-shine.
Chorus:
Moonshine ,
Love of mine,
Better than all kinds of wine,
Better than all kinds of beer.
Moonshine,
Tastes so fine,
Makes me feel, Oh, so divine...
Makes my problems disappear.
