| There’s nothin like bein in love an' starin at a big ol' moon. |
| Hell, when I was in high school, a drive by shooting meant |
| somebody had their rear end hangin outta car window. |
| Got a few mooners in the croud. |
| Where ya good? |
| I was All-State my senior year. |
| Wasn’t moonin a great sport, nobody ever got hurt… |
| you didn’t have to be in shape to play… |
| Hell, the fatter you where the more ya brought to the window. |
| Big ol moon, I see you shinin, |
| till I surprised you smilin bright in the afternoon. |
| Now i know where you’ve been hidin, |
| There’s nothin like bein in love, |
| and starin at a big ol moon. |
| We used to play this game called Seek and Destroy. |
| What we do, we get in my dad’s crysler with the Electric windows. |
| my two best friends: Bomber one, |
| and Bomber two would be in the backseat, |
| with their pants to their ankles. |
| Bomber One to Mother Hen, come in Mother Hen. |
| Go ahead Bomber One. |
| Ahh, yeah, permission to fire on a |
| seventy-seven ford galaxy in the left hand lane. |
| Permission granted Bomber One, lowering left rear bomb hatch now… |
| AHH! Perfect hit! |
| Their in the ditch! |
| Granny is outta the car, and clutching her chest, |
| return to home base. |