rancid mucous in my mouth
the river runs toward the south
where blistered hands grasp blistered breasts
and never hope to earn a rest

  this song does rhyme
  at least some of the time
  it ain't no crime
  tequila with lime

    the light has turned red
    i rotate my head
    so easily led
      like sheep

pestilant filth runs from the tap
we fill the glass and toss it back
it gurgles deep within my throat
i fear that i might miss the boat

  this song does rhyme
  at least some of the time
  it ain't no crime
  tequila with lime

    the light has turned red
    i rotate my head
    so easily led
      like sheep

out in the yard i stepped in doo
i cannot get it off my shoe
i spilled my beer all down my shirt
dressed up like this i cannot flirt

  this song does rhyme
  at least some of the time
  it ain't no crime
  tequila with lime

    the light has turned red
    i rotate my head
    so easily led
      like sheep

 

Sheep notes:

This song represents a number of "firsts." First of all, we had decided to get someone who could actually sing to do the vocals, and Michael Yates grudgingly accepted the task. Unfortunately, he had trouble with the lyrics I'd written because, as he so aptly put it:

"Bernie, face it, none of your lyrics rhyme, and none of them follow any sane meter."

So, I presented this song to Michael, a spoof of every Black Sabbath song I could think of, yet meeting all his stated requirements, and strangely enough, he refused to sing it. Go figure.

This song also represented the first time that Charlie (successfully) added backing vocals to anything - prior to this song, his fingers would stop as soon as he opened his mouth. :) And the third "first" is that when I got to the third verse, I got writer's block, and both Charlie and Dan pitched in to complete the song. You know. For Michael.