Slice of the day

I am a mellow man. I am a mellow man, I've got my fellow man and next to us is the big tiger man We're taking a ride to the ole grand oak, bringing with us dreams of flamboyant games Riding along the highway of the norse men, high expectations of beating the course when We arrive at our destination thirsty and hazy. They serve no liquor? Are they bat shit crazy? Well, lucky for us, the tiger brought with him enough drams, to last a battalion of thirsty military men Hey pass me that scotch mister, let's make this a night we need to forget. Give me a taste of the good stuff, not the sleazy pour you find on the bottom shelf. Let me wake up in a motel room next to a "bottom shelf woman" with a tattoo of a Yakuza dragon on her back. We're taking a road trip, yeah We're taking a road trip, yeah Come along on our road trip We invite you, come along We're taking a road trip Let's go Let's party like it's Florida 1984. Bring out the he-cats my fellow man blurted out. Bring out the she-vixens! We need to release those musky macho scents. So we're smelling nice, rocking those over-the-top party shirts with slick silky 80's feel. You know, the kind of shirt you wouldn't touch with a fucking pipe wrench any other day of the week, you know Well. Having stood in line for thirty thirsty minutes at the funkiest club in town. Down at the corner of Main and Love avenue, where all the freaks gather to set their sex on fire. Tiger suddenly sent a surprise cascade of rotting chicken and badly blended scotch over the torso of the macho doorman. To say the least. It all turned…sour We're taking a road trip, yeah, come along on our road trip That's you, you, you, you and you, yeah We're taking a road trip, Taking a magical road trip Let's go Needless to say, we were thrown to the curb by the macho macho man guarding the fortress of decadence Re-grouping to find a more suitable venue for three middle aged overweight chaps with desires to fulfil Realising our somewhat limited potential we stumble into the seedy world of back-alley bars You know, the places were sleazy pours on bottom shelves is top shelf Four hours of bellowing and downing badly brewed lagers we decide the night was at end And after making our way down the alleyways, we stumbled into our 2nd grade hotel of choice. So now, here I am, alone in bed to re-coup for the morning play, wishing the last drop of whisky was the whisky before that, Next day we teed it off early for the first slice of the day. We went on a road trip, a magical road trip We went on a road trip, together with you, you're invited, yeah We went on a golf trip That's all.