music and lyrics by Wayne the Humps

The skies are blue all day here in Santa Fe

The days become a haze, day after day

So then I spend my time  wasting all of my time

Like that’s some big ole crime

There was a time I drank from the vine

All of the time, love that wine

By goblet or glass I’d get really drunk off my ass

And for what you might ask, “Huh, I don’t know”

The deserts are hot, rattlesnakes or not

Oh we get snow in the mountains a lot in Santa Fe

Los Alamos nearby

They built the Fat Man and that Little Guy

They tried to blow up the sky near Santa Fe

They all raised their glass

It was lab alcohol at best

Two hundred proof would be my guess

Alamogordo, the Journey of Death

So drinking in this area goes way back

Enjoying my wine from a leather sack

Oppenheimer, Teller they were smoking some crack

The fallout landed on some bovine’s back

Well they didn’t count on that

And I won’t drink to that

That’s a fact

Here's a rock song about drinking too much wine and the atomic bomb.