the taste

those big eyed things from outer space,
landed in the yard and asked me for a taste
i gave them all a sip of homemade wine,
looked to be they were all feelin’ fine
passed around a jug, they slurped it up,
one of ‘em burped and blew up my truck
they all began to wobble, slur and giggle,
asked me to drive their space shipple

they never tasted squeeze, what a shame
now their world would never be the same
they said this is the taste that will save the human race
as long as we make good ’shine, they‘d treat us just fine
we’d all get drunk in outer space

i flew ‘em to the moon where they had a base,
they rolled out the door beggin’ for a taste
their leader took a swig of mountain dew,
passed a little fire and away he flew
he laughed as he took the jug from me,
said he’d trade his spaceship for that recipe
i said o.k. as he tooted through the air,
white lightenin’ made him happy to share

chorus

with big eyes a bulgin’, and big heads a pulsin’
laughin’ and dancin’ around the shine
heard them say, y’all come back real soon
bring your fiddle and play us a drinkin’ tune

chorus

©richard murrey, b.m.i.