I’ll Never Mix Mead with Saki Again
(In the Style of “I’ll Never Smoke Weed with Willie Again’)
I always heard that their drink was top shelf
I just couldn't wait to find out for myself
Don't drink that with this one, well I drank my friend
I'll never mix Mead with Saki again
I learned a hard lesson as i drank from my cup
They poured mead in a horn and passed it on up
The last words they said as i drank with a grin
you don't wanna mix mead with saki my friend
I'll never mix mead with saki again
it's like striking oil in stark white linen
If you see me with one drink, well that's how it'll end
cuz I'll never mix mead with saki again
I was drinking my saki just minding my own
They were passing the mead in a horn made of bone
tributes were made, and salutes were given
but that very next morning, I payed heed to porclain
I'll never mix mead with saki again
It's like striking oil, in stark white linen
If you see me with one drink, well that's how it'll end
cuz I'll never mix mead with saki again.
We were passing the horn paying tribute to ours
I had no idea what awaited my bowels
Like a child I wimpered as I ran to the can
I'll never mix mead with Saki again
I'll never mix mead with saki again
It's like striking oil, in stark white linen
If you see me with one drink, well that's how it'll end
cuz I'll never mix mead with saki again.
Montezuma had cursed me with his usual brand
I'll never mix mead with my saki again
Stumble!