Wine Maketh Glad

Sweet young thing come out from under 4 layers of bearskins.
Lithe and nubile; got everything uncle Screaming Eagle needs.
She's getting kind of exuberant about
swimming at G.T.O. beach with T-Bo.
She's doing the backstroke.
T-Bo's ears are blowing out smoke rings.
Greased up little Indian girl's something T-Bo's never seen.

Wine maketh glad the heart of man
You put the liquor in the ticker
& see the fool rush in

Meanwhile, the Mic-Mac's coming around.
Looks over at Granpere and says
Where's my skates and my hockey stick?
Granpere nudged T-Bo and said
Maybe time to call Vito Laurentian
& get this Mic-Mac a star role in a snuff flick.
But T-Bo was having his own little problem.

Wine maketh glad the heart of man
but Injun girl makum trouble
for pale face seeing double.

T-Bo was thinking. In cave man days where she comes from
she would want me to hit her over the head with a club
but here on the West Coast,
she would probably want me to turn her onto some smoke.
So T-Bo lit a fire and threw on some wet logs.
Cause that's what smoke is to these North Canadian Frogs.
Beach patrol came by and threw T-Bo in jail.
& Granpere hit the Mic-Mac over the head with a sand pail.

Wine maketh glad the heart of man.
But if you don't get any slack
you gotta put out some flack.

Granpere called Laurentis
and made a deal for the Mic-Mac
Wine maketh glad the heart of man.