Road Trip

It was supposed to be the road trip of a lifetime.
We had two cases of beer
Dave made the "SHOW US YOUR TITS" sign.
Just me and Dave bound for the beach
Making the ride
In a beat up Ford Granada
The door was stuck shut on my side.

In her moment of weakness
I talked a girl into having sex with me
If you're like me
Sometimes you have to resort to trickery
Mother I took a girl in a bad way
Can you look at your son the same?
But Dad did the same thing to you.
I have bad genes to blame.
And I'd have done it again
But I had to take Dave to the emergency room.
He was dehydrated from puking
Starting yesterday at noon.
But when I got back I was glad to find you
So I played the pity game
Crying because Dave was so sick
Next thing you know we were porking again.
Then we walked out to get more beer
And you were hit by a car
So I knew it was time to leave this place
But it's been the best road trip by far.
Mother, I've been drunk all day
Can you look at your son the same?
But isn't Dad drunk too?
I've got those genes to blame.

Mother, I do such bad things
Can you look at your son the same?
But Dad does bad things too
It's those damn genes we blame
But mother, dad and I still love you.


 David Lauderdale beat the djembe.


Don't Sit On Tables
All songs written by Troy Lukkarila
Copyright 1999
All songs except Beaten recorded and mixed at
12th House Records
Produced by Craig Spirko, Roy Peak and Troy Lukkarila
Engineered by Craig Spirko and Roy Peak