Fire on the screen
It looks so clean
With the dragons and the queens
The perfect form
A quiet storm
He knocks the Snyder's on the floor
A final touch
A shaking hand
He takes a whiff of contraband
He can't believe it's in his
Down the hatch it goes
The moment slows
And on the screen the credits roll
A pocket buzz
"We're on the way"
"Oh, Hi There Yellow Octopus"
The science works
He made it big
Just 5'8" from New Orleans
He's gonna be famous
If you take a sip of
Sky Gin
Sky Gin
Go Get it
Sky Gin
Sky Gin
You need it
Fairies in the fridge
A magic bridge
Mini knights storm up the beach
A tiny war, a dragon's roar
"Would you just clean that dirty floor?"
The disappointment in their eyes
Don't understand won't realize
"Won't you just listen?"
Just take a sip of
Sky Gin
Sky Gin
Go Get it
Sky Gin
Sky Gin
You love it
