SCOTCH AND LEMONADE
words & music by Scott Claassen

Seems we've all got things to do
bills to pay, time to kill
Mother jones takes another pill
as she calls her daughter on the phone

Down the street, over the wall
The Jones built, to hide us all
little Teresita crawls
as her brothers watch TV

So many fine fine people
in this world getting stomped all over by
the hearts
City's winter is frozen cold

Some day it will burn off
and we'll all drink Scotch and lemonade
as the last
of those piglets flies away

Mother Teresa is bussing back
from another day at the Jones' pad
she's trying not to face the fact
she might not clear her rent

But she knows
her husband's cool
he's been
hanging out at Jesus Cristo's pool
but puta how she misses that fool
she knows she needs him now

So many fine fine people
in this world getting stomped all over by
the hearts
City's winter is frozen cold

Some day it will burn off
and we'll all drink Scotch and lemonade
as the last
of those piglets flies away

The number 10 bus will take her back
past industry and rusty shacks
while little Teresita can lie in her lap
and they both can go to sleep

In the liquor store there are always friends
and the corner has young gentlemen
looking for a better way to make the ends meet
we've got to get our pie somehow

So many fine fine people
in this world getting stomped all over by
the hearts
City's winter is frozen cold

Some day it will burn off
and we'll all drink Scotch and lemonade
as the last
of those piglets flies away