Daylight? Sunshine?
Hell, gimme the moonshine.
Bottoms up as we bottom out
Bathtub bubbly
Twist and shout

I say gimme the moonshine
With light that doesn't burn
On sandy towels
Not having to turn

Sand freckled French faces
Not cancer dots
Milky-eyed mender skin
Not grandpa liver spots

[Say, hunny, sonny,
pass the moonshine]

Let nightingales forget the morning blues
Let the morning glories hit the snooze
Let uncrossed lists, honey-do's
Slow letter news?

Connecting dots, four, like
Boomshine hollows.
Blue jay, Coldplay
Boomshine swallows.


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