The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #2255   Message #8870
Posted By: Tilell
16-Jul-97 - 10:36 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Mr. Bear (Johnson/Blaney)
Subject: Lyr Add: GOD'S OWN DRUNK (Jimmy Buffett)
Hmmmmm... nope, the only song I know with the words "MR. Bear" in it is "GOD'S OWN DRUNK" by Jimmy Buffett. If you've never heard it... it's a must listen! It's mostly spoken and can be found on the "Livin' and dyin' in 3/4 time" album. Goes something like this (My apologies Jimmy if I mess it up... but here goes)

Well, as I explained to you all before, I ain't no drinkin' man. Nope. Tried it once before and it got me HIGHLY irregular.

BUT, my brother asked me to watch his still one night while he went into town to vote. It was right up there on the mountain where the map said it would be. And God's little lanterns just a twinklin' on and off in the heavens. And that great yellow moon shinin' like a GREAT golden omen! Now, as I explained to you all before, I ain't no drinkin' man ... but temptation got the best of meeeeeeee,

And I took a slash.


Had yellow whiskey runnin' down my throat like honeydew vine water! And I took another slash! Took another and another and another and before I knew it, IIII waaaas drunk!

Now I ain't talkin' 'bout any old slip-slidin', wall-climbin', Reggie Young'un, road huggin' drunk... I was GOD's OOOWWNN Drunk! And a fearless man!

Well, I decided to sit down and take a little rest then and there... God's little lanterns just twinklin' on and off in the heavens, and the old yellow moon shinin' on the cool clear evenin'. And I took a nap.

Well, I woke up and right along that time this old bear came amblin' up over the hillside. And he came right up to me and he looked me in the eye and my eyes was a LOT redder than his was, it hung him up! He's sniffin' all around my body trying to smell fear, but I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man! And I took that bear by one of his island sized paws and I said:

"Mr Bear...I want you to be my buddy. Buddy Bear."

And I led him over to that still, and he's smellin' something good snffin' everywhere. Gave him a barrel of that moonshine whiskey and he downed it upright. Looked just like one of those trained Bears in the circus sippin' sarsaparilla in the moonlight. He drank another and another and another and before I knew it he'd downed eight of them and commenced to do the Bear Dance. Two jigs, a sniff and a turn, and it was soooo simple, like the jitterbug, it plum evaded me.

And I said "Now, Mr Bear.... I love every hair on your twenty seven-acre body! and I know you got a lot of friends over on the other side of the hill: Rare Bear, Tall Bear, Small Bear, Pretty Bear, Jelly Bear, Smelly the Bear.... and I want you to tell them that I love each and every one of 'em like a brother and a sister. BUT! If they give me ANY TROUBLE TONIGHT! I'll run every goddamn one of them offa this hill!"

I may have missed a bit, but that's the gist. Of course, it's been about six years since I heard it sooooo. I hope it amuses!