Drinkin’ Up a Windfall
By Garland Davis
A crazy shipmate of mine and I reenlisted for the bonus in sixty-eight.
A grateful Uncle Sugar laid eight K on him and six on me.
So we decided to convert it into Mojo and San Miguel
The better our esophagi to fill.
So we started in Po City, and had a drink in every shitty
Little dive which is really quite a few
And a Jeepney Driver on Rizal took us over the hill
Toward the Barrio where he joined us in a brew
We was weavin’ just a trifle as we pulled into Nasty Mac’s
But it was nothing to the weavin’ we did as we was leavin’
And from time to time it got a little worse
Well there’s nothin’ like drinkin’ up a windfall
We was two assholes so goddamn drunk it was almost sinful
And I think I ain’t sobered up yet
We was feeling mighty fine as we crossed the Barrio line
Suckin San Magoo and wavin’ pesos at the girls
Halfway toward Subic City we picked up our second wind
In a lowdown joint where the ugly girls pull their Twilight Tours
So I had another pitcher and my shipmate had another brown bottle
And the jeepney driver killed a picture of Mojo
When we got to Subic City that Jeepney was in overdrive
The bamboo telegraph had spread the word that we were comin’
And crowds began to form
We drank our way from Blow Heaven to Dogpatch and back again
A-boozin’ and a-singin’ up a tropical storm
I lost my buddy and the Jeepney driver at Marilyn’s playin’ smiles
About the time I fell in love
We was drunker than it is possible to be
But there finally came a time when we just didn’t have a dime
We sat on Grande Island and wept into the sea
Well there’s nothin’ like drinkin’ up a windfall
We was two assholes so goddamn drunk it was almost sinful
And I think I ain’t sobered up yet
I haven’t run into many people that know if Nasty Mac’s, one of my favorites when Station dito.
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