Well, one of the funniest things I ever heard was when a friend of mine said, man, let's
get some Thunderbird.
I said, what's that?
He just started to grin, slobbered on his shirt, and his eyes got ***.
He said, you got 59 cents.
I said, yeah, I got a dollar, but don't be a smart aleck, because I ain't going to spend
it on some Indian relic.
He said, Thunderbird's not an old Indian trinket, it's a wine, man, you take it home and drink
it.
I said, it sure don't sound like wine to me.
And he said he'd bet me the change for my dollar.
Well, we hustled on down to the nearest U-Totem.
The guy wanted my ID, I whipped her out and showed him, then he got a green bottle from
the freezing vault.
My friend started doing backwards somersaults through the cottage cheese.
Well, we took it back to his house, started drinking, and pretty soon I set into thinking,
man, this Thunderbird tastes yum, yum, yummy.
I know it's doing good things to my tum, tum, tummy.
It's the way you reason when you're on that ***.
Well, we got a few more bottles, and we chugged them down, and pretty soon I pulled myself
up off the ground, decided I'd go see my dear, sweet wife, who met me at the door with
a carving knife, said, get them damn grape peels from between your teeth.
I said, darling, those aren't grape peels, that's toilet paper.
You never believe why I've been eating toilet paper.
Well, I could see we were going to have a little misunderstanding, said, dear, I better
get in touch with you later.
She said, forget it, man, you're never touching me again.
But now I've seen the light, and I've heard the word, and I'm staying away from that old
dirty Thunderbird.
Message come from heaven radiant and fine, and now all I drink is communion wine six
days a week.
Thanks.
Well, I'll play one more song that, uh, this was written by, this was written by a guy
named Pete Lafarge, it's a good song.