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Here's a new post-series that I've just decided I'm going to do, you know, until I lose interest: the greatest wonderchicken drinking songs. Ever. Because I'm on the beer again, and I'm all lovificated, and by god I want to share the joy. Yes, the joy.

So, without further ado, here's number one in a series of several thousand. I hope it makes you wiggle your butt.

Mojo Nixon -- Positively Bodies Parking Lot ([Update: mp3 taken down after a couple days. Thanks for playing!])

The Syndicate of Soul is playing At the Free Frank Frenzy Me and Mitch are Drinking ourselves into gin oblivion Hold onto this, hold onto that Man I know just where we're at

Cause it's Positively Bodies Parking Lot
I'm going back there,
I can't stop

Got a bottle of beer out of the back out my car
Underage girls going in the back door
Yeah we're outside the world famous The All-Dive Bar
Crazed couples are pumping away behind the Dipsy Dumpster of Love
Lorna Doone queen of the ladies room got herself a new bridegroom
He's buying a rubber there in the bathroom
With a thousand tiny pleasure spikes
His buddy's puking in the sink for the third time that night
Gopher killing, bullethead, taking pictures with the infrared

The regulars are glued to their barstools
And Jose Sinatra, he's starting to drool
But his feet are getting mighty small, and I'm standing there in the hall
Tomcats singing wild and true, blasting out the super blues
It's a Friday night in the summertime, I'm going out my mind

Harvey's teeth are scaring me, go down to the ditch to take a pee
Crickets are singing a Beat Farmers song
I can smell Alberto's mighty strong
Jack and his wife just backed over the fire hydrant
The water's shooting high in the sky
And the Silver Eagle motorcycles are drowning there, don't you know

Country Dick and the Snugglebunnies got me in an airplane spin
I'm thinking about gin, sin, and these three ex-girlfriends
They done showed up to squoosh my head, but I was saved by this guy they call
Well they call him Mojo's dad cause he's a screaming lunatic

Librarian from El Cajone checking out my love bone
Redhead says that she wants me to dance
Rock Jet's got everybody in a trance
Peak expectations causin' intoxications
I can smell the mating dance of fornication

Be young, be foolish
Be happy,
Blasting out of the jukebox

Two a.m., lights are on, nobody can stop, nobody's going home
Can't leave, can't go anywhere, cause you know you're already there

It's positively Bodies parking lot
Positively Bodies parking lot
Positively Bodies parking lot
It's positively Bodies parking lot
Yes it's positively Bodies parking lot

Collect them all!

About This Post

What is this? Why am I here? What does it mean? Where should I go now?

Well, this is a post to the personal website Emptybottle.org. It was posted by your genial host stavrosthewonderchicken on March 24, 2006, and is titled Wonderchicken Drinking Songs, Volume 1. It was published to the categories: Booze Glorious Booze, and Musical Interludes. In any of those places you might well find other similar things that will bring you Super Double Happiness.