Celebrating Midnight Mary

He got him some cigars and some scratches

For the price of a Yankee Budweiser.

Some chips full of horses and radishes

To remember a birthing, oh yes sir.

A sixty eight short of ten thousand bucks

Only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades

On the table quacks a pond full of ducks

Colliding, riding in in rolling parade.

Mary arrived at midnight with headphones

Tuned into and through heartbeat melody

Passing through twilight and temperate zones

Breathing hello to her mother and she

Pardons him for his inebriation.

She figures he's earned his celebration