Ode to Joy 2 - Remo Drive

Friday night, the open window breathes life

And I detect New Amsterdam upon its breath

It’s laughing uninhibited

I hear it’s clumsy footsteps on the pavement, stumbling to bed

Friday night, may I suggest the cooking wine?

It’s salty in a tasteless way and young in age

It pairs well with the mood today

So pucker up and take a drink now quickly

Oh what fun it is laughing at nothing

By this age we all have it down

A half full glass spills so easily

But fear not, there’s always next round

Friday night, tired neon slithers through a sign

It stalks the wanderers of the night within plain sight

And offers them a juicy bite of fruit aged long enough to be a very special

kind of ripe

And in those bites you’ll be amused

Your lips will smack until they bruise

Your appetite will be profuse

Your tongue will clean your dishes too

And when your make-out session ends

The next one will quickly begin

But this time from the other end

As bile kisses your inner lips

Oh what fun it is laughing at nothing

By this age we all have it down (Woah, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

A half full glass spills so easily

But fear not, there’s always next round

Oh what fun it is drowning big nothing

By this age we all have it down

A half full glass spills so easily

But fear not, there’s always next round

Woah, oh-oh