I went to the Hill tonight to hang out with the moon
I waited for a couple hours but he didn't show up
It's not the same up there in the middle of the night
When there is no moon. It's dark as he*l up there.
I sat there enjoyin the quiet
Until I heard something step upon the deck
And all of a sudden I couldn't hear anything
Cause my heart was in my ears.
Now picture this
I'm setting in the Max 2002
which is an atarondike chair
While being a comfortable chair, you rear is near the floor.
I'm struggling and frailing all to no avail
when around the corner all I see is a white streak
just the right size to be a dam*ed old skunk
Well the Lord was with me cause I cleared that chair
Now what to do, I didn't hesitate I ran for the door
and just as it slammed
there was that putrid nauseating smell
What did I do I spent the night in that little barn on the Hill.