DESCRIPTION:
'Speakeasy', the 2nd song off our most recent recording release, "Sneak Attack??", is a swingin' nod to the roarin' 20's and the U.S.A.'s prohibition era.

Free T-Shirt for anyone who posts a video of themselves singing all the words correctly:

I'll go haul, it's what I'm pullin'
This tin can scram ain't a biscuit trip
i got the rot gut, brown plaid, bathtub syrup
got the right coffin varnish make you feel like a pip
Get hot! get hot! Get a wiggle on baby
get a keen floorflusher, what a water-proof doll
this Jane's got Jack, a real owl at the juice joint
gettin' ossified, doin' a walker's crawl

Desperate times make desperate measures
Better men have fallen hard
Push the limit, guts for glory
Prohibition's no-holds-barred

So speakeasy baby and I'll treat you right
the moonshine's pourin' out full and bright
Pick your poison honey, it's in high demand
But tonight your wish is my command

I'm a deb with a caper, got a whacky allocation
no smooth dewdropper, got a copacetic mind
I'm good with a chopper, a chicago typewriter
and I can hear a copper comin' from a mile behind
I put the panic on the popes, on the pills, on the pikes
and I pour panther piss like a real McCoy
So buck up, get the scratch, get the salad, get the suds
so you can get splifficated under my employ

Barrel deep and face down in it
Chin up, sin up, gulp it slow
meaner means make meaner motives
liquid courage, ebb and flow

So speakeasy baby and I'll treat you right
the moonshine's pourin' out full and bright
Pick your poison honey, it's in high demand
But tonight your wish is my command