Parody of “The Entwife”, words and music by
Summer Russell
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Parody lyrics ©2022-08-27 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
There’s many drinks, me lads, for sale:
At spaceport bars. By subspace mail.
There’s one that’s far beyond the pale.
The finest kind. It’s 307 Ale.
It started out at M.I.T.
one lazy summer day,
A couple of the frat-boy techies
started in to play,
They powered on the cyclotron
and made a still that way.
The men used choice ingredients
They’d purchased at no small expense,
Space folded up in tiny dents.
And out the spout
flowed beer that made no sense.
It bubbled and it burbled and
it glowed a fizzly green,
And what it did to test equipment,
frankly, was obscene.
It took awhile to find a vial
Flameproof, inert, and clean.
“There’s many drinks you’ll drink, me ladsÂ…”
The copy runs in liquor ads.
Those underfunded undergrads
Got extra heft the fourth dimension adds.
More alcohol than volume,
With one hundred fifty three
And one half ounce per hundred ounces
Volumetrically.
That’s not a goof. Its name is proof
Of sky-high ABV.