Tom-Tom, Tom-Tom, High-Hat

Time’s a comin’ for me to start libatin’;

Not talkin’ about polite north-state boozin’

I’m thinkin’ of having Ol’ Grandad take me here tonight
afterall, ya’ll
last night in the Bayou

Nothin’ but memories and wishes for the next few days

Boom Boom Boom

Blat

And I roll on down the avenue
sippin’ any sorrow left
out of this plastic cup

Got a seat

Got a pretty barmaid lady

Believe Dat…

Believe Dat…

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(written with pen and paper waitin’ for Kermit)