Marty Drinks Tea

Well he lives in a magical forest home at the center of the desert sea And he spent his life here making it grow And he shares his crops with the neighbors and me And you've never once seen him out on Saturday night Cause he's got some place to be And you've never once seen him drunk Cause Marty drinks tea It's a four day's journey from Iowa proper if you rest at night to sleep But it's worth the trip if you have the heart and some tunes from 1933 You should see what's come from that burnt up dirt It's all grass and shade and trees And rocks with tunes of jazz and blues and one track harmonies And he knows all of the music It's filed from A to Z In five thousand editions every decade locally He rattles off the people who wrote down every note Whoever played an instrument and made it big and broke My man, no joke And Marty wore a lawman's badge Was paid to keep the peace In 1800s village that may not or may be make believe And weekends drove himself off cliffs And stayed up until three But not these days, he's only drinking tea Not these days that's over, he drinks tea Yeah keep your beer and coffee, make it tea