by Pablo Harris
You know there’s only one thing that can make me smile
Barkeep, just make my turkey wild
They got all them bird & biscuits, peas & mashed potatas in a pile
But all I need is a glass of that turkey, Wild
Baby ain’t in bed, she certainly ain’t in the kitchen
‘Cause she knows I’m a seven year itchin’
Don’t need no rocks, don’t even need a glass
Sure as hell don’t need you to preach no mass
There’s only one thing that can make me smile
Barkeep, just make my turkey wild
They got all them bird & biscuits, peas & mashed potatas in a pile
But all I need is a glass of that turkey, Wild
Perhaps I should give my babe a call
Perhaps I should take the next train to ‘Frisco
But I know we’ll end up in a brawl
Me camping in the ditch with a bottle of Cisco