BerserkerDay Prepare
(talkbox)
Once upon a time, not so long ago…
Tommy’s used to drinking his schlock, Yellow Tail Shiraz
And some Three Buck Chuck, that sucked, it sucked
Gina got her reds from Tar-zhay, then she learned about
“Black Friday of Wine,” her life, mmm, it changed
She says, “We’ve gotta hold on for 6 more months
It doesn’t make a difference - all this bottom shelf junk
We’ve got two incomes, and that’s a lot of dough
To buy good vino”
Whoa oh, we’re halfway there
Whoa oh, BerserkerDay prepare
Save our cash, we’ll need it, I swear
Whoa oh, BerserkerDay prepare
(talkbox)
Tommy’s got his six string in hock, now he’s staying in
And he doesn’t overspend no more, no more
Gina dreams of that special day
When she cries in the night, Tommy whispers
“Baby, it’s okay, someday”
He says, “We’ve gotta hold on for 6 more months
It doesn’t make a difference - all this bottom shelf junk
We’ve got two incomes, and that’s a lot of dough
To buy good vino”
Whoa oh, we’re halfway there
Whoa oh, BerserkerDay prepare
Save our cash, we’ll need it, I swear
Whoa oh, BerserkerDay prepare