Four Bitchin Babes Viagra In The Waters Lyrics

Viagra In The Waters Lyrics

Just outside of Johnson City

On a dark and twisting road

In a
Kenworth 18-wheeler

With a heavy, shifting load

He was pushing
through to Binghamton

Though the hour was getting late

Pfizers
finest on a mission

To the pharmacies upstate

He was on a holy
mission

There were men who couldnt wait

(for his thirty thousand
pounds of Viagra) 



Hed clocked seven hundred miles

Since he
climbed into the rig

Just another twenty-five or so

Would finish up
that gig

But the trailer hit an oil slick

And down the hill did fly
(Oh, my!)

til it landed at the bottom

in the towns water supply

It was instant rigor mortis

What a hard way to die!  



CHORUS:

Save your sons

Shield your daughters

Theres
Viagra

In the waters  



All over Johnson City

People
rising with the dawn

They drank their morning coffee,

Took their
showers, watered lawns

And who could have predicted

All the changes
up ahead?

Men were getting up for work,

And heading back to bed

So many called in sick,

You would have thought a virus spread 



Down at the courthouse coffee shop

Some stared in disbelief

As a pack of thirsty lawyers

Started filling out their briefs

But at the local college

Young men appeared much smarter

No
chromosomal mystery

They simply studied harder

Now water on the
rocks

Is the latest party starter 



CHORUS          



The Johnson City firemen

Cursed their wretched luck

They
could not get their fire hoses

Wound back on the truck

Sprinkling
holy water at a funeral,

Father Ryan said

"I know Ive saved their
souls,

but Ive never raised the dead.

Would a couple o strong men
help me now-