There is a bug floating in my whiskey.
Well, he's swimming around bumping the glass.
He does not seem to be quite so frisky
As he was just a few minutes ago.
You know it is good Kentucky Bourbon.
Hmm whiskey all the way up to my ass,
floating around and paddling so slow
go with the flow. Now I feel jealous, slurpin'
from the damn glass is all I get to do.
Oh, just look at his little buggy eyes.
He's high. Wonder if he knew when he flew
into my glass he might never again fly?
Well! can't waste it, its just whiskey with crunch.
This poor bug, he's just going to be lunch.