13 September 2011

Sawmill Shitter


I was drinking. Everybody was drinking. We were feeling pretty fucking good. We were sitting around the campfire in our Chinese lawn chairs. The ones that hold two beer in the arm rests.

I was fiddling with my phone when I discovered "Song For Beer." There have been a lot of songs written over the years. Must be more than a million but I had never heard of a song named "Song For Beer." Fuck of a title. Listen to it over at The Gazetteer, the link for which is on my sidebar.

I listened to it. Ha! Then I played it for everybody. We could not hear it too good over the little phone's speaker so when we sang it around the campfire it went something like this.

When you really got to go
And the timber's piled up
You call the fucking foreman over
Tell him you got to go

To the sawmill shitter!
Sawmill shitter!
Sawmill shitter!
Sawmill shitter!

You take your time
Because work is a drag
You would really rather be
Drinking a cider and lime

Sawmill shitter!
Sawmill shitter!
Sawmill shitter!
Sawmill shitter!

When you get back
The foreman says shit like
Where the fuck did you go?
We don't pay you to jack off

In the sawmill shitter!
Sawmill shitter!
Sawmill shitter!
Sawmill shitter!




 



 

4 comments:

RossK said...

Hands-down....

Campfire telephone-wire lyrics win!

Mr. Beer N. Hockey said...

All I know is punk rock shit.

Nazz Nomad said...

Hey Beer- I started up another blog- Baseball Altamont- where I'll bitch and moan about sports- sorta like Bleedin Out does for everything else-
http://www.baseballaltamont.blogspot.com/

i linked dope city- hope you'll give me the reach around

Mr. Beer N. Hockey said...

I write 300 times a year here. I don't need another blog but if I did I would call it Sawmill Shitter.