Saturday Music: Beer Run

I’m not saying this actually happened.  Because it didn’t.  But I may have been smoking cigars in the nude in my backyard when I got the idea, but that’s not legally actionable because I lie about a lot of things and you don’t have pictures.

It’s not a serious song, at all, the next one of those will be on Tuesday.  Saturdays will probably be reserved for whimsical songs like this one.  The uneven meter is intentional in order to be a bit chaotic due to the song’s subject matter, and I like the way it turned out.

Teasing tomorrow, I’m probably going to post the first twofer . . .

All songs to date are available at this LINK for your use in driving and jamming until we’re up on other platforms.

Cheers!

Beer Run
by John Wilder (apologies to Jerry Reed)

In the backyard drinking beer and smoking a cigar
If this doesn’t sound strange, well, we haven’t gone far
I was drinking Coors Banquet beer in the nude
Because I was solo in my hot tub, it’s not rude

A strange light came down from the sky
As I was only two beers in, I wondered why
A saucer came down and an alien popped out
I waved him over, so I didn’t have to shout

He said, “Hey there John, you’re who I’m looking for”
“We ran out of beer, and now we’re looking for more”
“The only thing we drink is Coors Banquet beer”
“But it’s totally illegal for us to be here”

I said, let me guess, your name is Snowman
He laughed and said, “How did you know, man?”
I said I can see you’re a friend of Jerry Reed,
Let me put on my shorts and we’ll see what you need

No homo

I can see you’re Earth bound and down, starship motor runnin’
You’re gonna do what they say can’t be done
You’ve got light years to go, so you’ve got to get gunnin’
You’re Earth bound, just watch old Snowman run

He laughed and said “You’re right,
“Getting beer, well, this was my night
“Since your blog is about having fun
“I figured Wilder would help on this here beer run”

John Wilder, you’re our only hope

I was only two beers in, and he didn’t know how to drive
So, I figured I could get us to the liquor store alive
We went out front and Snowman and I got in the truck
Snowman could right shotgun but just my luck

Just outside of my driveway I got pulled over by Smokey Bear
But Snowman pulled out a light and went on a tare
Snowman shined a light in the trooper’s eye
The trooper froze, I still don’t know why

Well, we went about twenty places
And picked up about sixty cases
Snowman said, Wilder it’s time to phone home
Don’t shake the beers up, we don’t want foam

I guess I did hit that bump pretty hard

We got his rig all loaded up
He poured me a beer in my cup
He said, “It’s been fun,
“But now, I gotta run

I can see he’s space bound and down, starship motor runnin’
Snowman did what they say can’t be done
He’s got light years to go, so you’ve got to get gunnin
He’s space bound, just watch old Snowman run

And then he left me there alone in the back yard.
I checked . . . hey, Snowman took my credit card!

I’m gonna need that tomorrow, for lunch
And beer . . .