Sour Grapes (Legends of the Mix)

Wish I had one of them horses that's on a stick

Put it between your legs

Jump up and down with it, those are fun

Hildy? (Yeah, Billy B?)

I was perusing the interweb the other day in search of new and interesting forms of pornography

And I came across something very interesting

That juxtaposed against Aunt Mama's missionary position on alcohol

Oh, she didn't like alcohol

No, she did not, but this here fact kind of undermines that position

Which, I assume, is a bad position

The key figure in her mythology, a Mr. Jesus

Apparently used to turn water into wine

(No shit) yes, and I have an idea

I'm looking around the room here, I see a lot of people with Aquafina

I'm thinking if we find Jesus and get him down here

We can take that Aquafina, turn it into wine

Take this punk rock party up a notch, what do ya say?

I say "Hey, Jesus"

And behold there was an angel

And she took me by the hand

Led me deep into the chamber

Mother's belly underground

I found comfort in this darkness

As a child in the womb

Unafraid my eyes were open

Silent angel filled the room

Then Mr. Jesus (hey, Jesus)

Saved our party (hey, Jesus)

With his wine (hey, Jesus)

It's the legend of the sour grapes

She bade me to peer through yonder portal

To heaven, just before the sun

And behold the morning angel

Whispering "Follow me now, son"

With her light as though a finger

Point to the yonder wall

Traced a path of five directions

And behold the holy star

Then Mr. Jesus (hey, Jesus)

Saved our party (hey, Jesus)

With his wine (hey, Jesus)

It's the legend of the sour grapes

OK now, Billy B

This Jesus, he sounds awful talented (very)

Now, do you think, you know how I make that spinach dip and put it in a sour bread bowl

Now, do you think he can take my spinach dip and turn it into something maybe a little bit more useful