Ode to the Weekend

by T.T. Fugher

There's a thing ahead, just beyond sight
A particular day, a spectacular night

When one fills his vessel up past the rim
With a titillating tequila, or below average gin

Or how bout a shot of Old Plumbmaster's Moon
Or a bottle of 90 proof finished too soon

Let us not forget our good friends from the can
Ol Sweet Key Lightheart, lend us thy hand

Ounces turn to gallons, red cups held by all
Easy enough to answer the call

One cup, two, two more, four
Dance party break down on the floor

Everybody hold the beat...

Render the time, the reason we're here
To slay thy Gnar, to spin without fear

I'll snake your line, now you've snaked mine
Off the c-rail, break your fall with your spine

Ride til sundown, no reason for sober
Put a beer in a coozie and send 'er on over

Have a good weekend, a-holes!