Buzzkill

[good4somethingbum]

BuzzkillFree HBO weekendWatchin’ Gators On a PlaneSecond can of Foster’sCreepin’ ‘round my brainThe mile high scene was comin’Friends’d told me aboutShe was reaching’ for a buttonBut damn I didn’t see nuthin’Cos the cable went outChorus It was a buzzkillWhat a cryin’ shameLooks like all those brain cellsGave their lives in vainMy buzz was dead as a polecat on a country roadDead as a catfish-a-layin’ in my boatBuzzards circlin’ in my headCos they knew my buzz was deadBuzzzzkilll...Met a cowgirl at a tavernWe’d been shootin’ Yukon JackThen we stumbled up the stepsOf my little futon shackShe almost saw the warm hard truthOn that tinker toy bedThen she asked me why I hadFam’ly photos of her aunt‘neath my mounted grizzly headChorus Mister I guess I reckonedBad as I’d been buzzin’I couldn’t spend another secondWith my second cousin…ChorusBuzzzzkillll…©2007 Robert George