Let's see. One, two, three... nine drinks for four poeple. three of whom probably weigh a hundred ten soaking wet. And, there's more where that came from. Dad is just getting started on that second bottle.
Here's another little tune spewed out by my old fake band, Blue Wank, sometimes misspelled as "Wamk" depending on who was putting the letters on the marquee that night. We recorded this one at Freeda's End of the Beginning of Summer Cabana Hootenanny. We'd like you to remember that everything we recorded was completely made up as we go'ed. That's why it sounds made up as we went. Just think of the tracks we DIDN'T keep! You're welcome, and I'm so sorry! If you hate it, Blame it on Bacardi.
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