There's nothin like bein in love an' starin at a big ol' moon.
Hell, when I was in high school, a drive by shooting meant
somebody had their rear end hangin outta car window.
Got a few mooners in the croud.
Where ya good?
I was All-State my senior year.
Wasn't moonin a great sport, nobody ever got hurt....
you didn't have to be in shape to play...
Hell, the fatter you where the more ya brought to the window.



We used to play this game called Seek and Destroy.
What we do, we get in my dad's crysler with the Electric windows..
my two best friends: Bomber one, and Bomber two would be in the backseat,
with their pants to their ankles.



Bomber One to Mother Hen, come in Mother Hen.
Go ahead Bomber One.
Ahh, yeah, permission to fire on a seventy-seven ford galaxy in the left hand lane.
Permission granted Bomber One, do you prefer to press or hang? Permission to hang, mother hen.
Permission granted, lowering left rear bomb hatch now, brraururrrrrrrrrr...



AHH! Perfect hit!
They're in the ditch They're in the ditch!
Granny is outta the car, and clutching her chest,
return to home base.