The Boat Song

If I wrote songs, I’d want them to have lyrics like these:

Take my blue eyed son
he’s the beautiful one
he’s got angel hair
and a tommy gun
stayed out all night long
lookin’ for a rave
with his pretty mom
and some ecstasy
I played him Boy Named Sue
now he hates his name
says when he’s 18
he’s gonna blow me away
we’re getting loaded…

From ‘The Boat Song (We’re Gettin’ Loaded)’ by Ike Reilly Assassination.