Beverage of Choice

Moist beverage of choice

Upon me foist

Your canteen of bitter greens

Horse, you make me a Norse

Boozooloo, discourse fist force

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

The locals mean

That's clean like recycling

My Steve McQueen eats Abilene

That man drinks cultures of lamb

Brined Balkan, bobo yams

My type of man is in Japan

My country grabbed my hand

I clapped their hand

Sights serene, Saigon scene

Bloody latrine cycling

Jeff Green, garlic tea

Drink instantly