The Pig Latin Whiskey Song

Lyrics by Brian Baker, music by Beltaine

As I rove, I find a world of contradiction, of beauty paired with fiction in the land

All these lies, sowed by clever use of diction, by kings and politicians to divide

But I know, we can unify the masses, with simple words and glasses sing along

And raise a toast and drink it down

Whiskey’s never judged me even when my face hits the ground

And no, it ain’t no sin

Let’s use a tongue to unify, rise up with common cry, simplify the words we say, wash them down with iskey-way

I-way ove-lay iskey-whay

oh I-way am-way iskey-whay

Iskey-whay is king, Iskey-whay is queen

I-way ove-lay iskey-whay

Don the man, you hold your phone in desperation, a slave to tech temptation every morn

Your dirty words, prompt the world to sing today, eway-illway-esistray, tweet it out

Then raise a toast, and drink it down

Whiskey’s never judged me even when I face plant on the ground.

And no, it ain’t no sin,

Let’s use a tongue to unify, rise up with common cry