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May 11, 2006
Big Balls in Cow Town by Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys, For the Last Time
“Buckle down hot sake!” bellowed the man and his grandfather. Those were all the lyrics the grandfather remembered, all that the man had ever known. It was the bastardization of some distant school’s fight song invented by the grandfather & a fellow alum shortly after the war while getting liquored to the gills on a newly imported Japanese fermented drink of choice for the first time ever. The first time getting liquored to the gills. On sake. Presumably it had been imported before. Just not, you know, in quantity. Like after the war. Fortuitous timing and everything. Are you keeping up? Why? Good. Carry on trooper. The grandfather had the deep gravelly yet jovial quality only achievable via an age long subtly precise mixture of sales, alcohol, cigarettes, and a brief spot of surprisingly mild throat cancer. He did not seek to impart wisdom to his favorite grandson. He sought not to impart any particular bit of knowledge, information, or philosophy whatsoever. He was inordinately proud of his grandson, in that blissfully vane spirit only accomplishable by the elderly, and presumed not to condescend to prate on about the self-evidently self-evident. Instead, he sought to impart good cheer. Ebullient with life, they both gladly forgot about the details and celebrated being alive. Less than a month later the grandfather was suddenly and unexpectedly deceased; meanwhile, the man went on about his life uninterrupted apart from an improvised weekend trip back to Denver. But afterwards, he never could drink sake again without silently belting out, show-tune style, “Buckle down hot sake!” posted by Cosmic Drunk on 05.11.06 at 09:03 PM
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Hot sake good sinus drunk Colonel Saito · May 12, 2006 08:22 AM The song is intended as a ribald double entendre, obviously. A little more subtle than AC/DC's "We've Got Big Balls" but following the same principle. I'm assuming you know all that, I just feel like stating the obvious. As such, it probably should have an apostrophe, but I like my version better. Those crazy Texas playboys... never know what they're going to say next. Cosmic Drunk · May 12, 2006 09:06 AM Having consulted with my research assistant, I find that there is indeed NOT an apostrophe. It's balls all the way buddy. There was an error though. Cowtown should be one word. Go figure. Cosmic Drunk · May 12, 2006 09:39 AM shuold alrways cowtow to apostroipohe! Colonel Saito · May 12, 2006 10:48 AM I believe that the football fight song referred to here is "Buckle Down Winsocki". The tune is more familiar than the words. . . Here's a link to the full lyrics: http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/bestfootforward/buckledownwinsocki.htm Sean · May 12, 2006 12:53 PM |
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My Bob Wills collection is elsewhere so I can't look it up but I think you are missing an apostrophe from that song title. As I understand it the song is about a large celebration, not large spherical objects.