We were drinking Colorado Bulldogs

When inspiration struck


And we knew it was high time

For us to change our own luck

We cracked a couple Coca Colas open

Mixed em up with vodka and some coffee liqueur

Poured in some cold milk

Raised glasses high to old friends

My love for you is 98 percent pure

But the two percent that remains

Has fried the circuits in my brain



I got out my smoking jacket

You put on some fishnets

And your smart black beret

We cut quite a figure in the mirror

And then we were on our way



Oh would that you would kiss me

With the kisses of your mouth

Because your mouth is sweeter

Than wine and has

A more complicated history

Than the American South

As the evening took us in

You could have popped the tension

With a safety pin



We went down to Pete Brown's Chevrolet

Because Pete Brown can satisfy

All your new car needs

We were nicely oiled by then

Our internal transponders

Picking up satellite feeds

From well worn ancient places

Our eager young sales rep handed us the keys

We drove about three-quarters of a mile

All that's left for us now

Is moments like these

We parked behind the high school

Away from the light

And the flames climbed high into the night

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