Looking very tanned, he asked me if I could post this song for him. He says there's a video in the works too. Shudder. Not much uke music, but OK, I guess.
He says his fretting hand is injured. Whatever that means. I can attest that his left hand looked like it has been repeatedly mangled. Blood still oozing through the bandages. Yuck.
Says he spent the winter "South." That's all he would disclose. When I asked about the injury, he said the song might help explain it. Terribly mysterious.
He wanted to make sure that everyone had the words so they could sing along. So there you go. Here's the song.
Chupacabra, why don’t you lower your defenses?
You been out hoppin’ fences and bitin’ the cows
Oh, you’re a mean one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin’ you
Could hurt me somehow
Must you draw the blood of mammals, choop?
There’s room at my kitchen table
a vegetarian diet is always your best bet
Now it seems to me, some fine goats
are safely sleeping in my stable
And you only want the ones that you can’t get
Chupacabra, warm blood you love to monger
Your thirst and your hunger, they’re makin’ you crazed
You’re hairless, oh hairless. Well, you must always be chilly
Carnage in the village, Loren Coleman would be dazed.
Don’t your teeth get cold in the winter time?
Eyes full of tears and your back full of spines
Its hard to tell if you’re mammal or reptile
You’re jumpin’ ‘round like a kangaroo
Aint it funny how you always bring a smile?
Chupacabra, why don’t you come to your senses?
You know you’re our favorite cryptid, we think that you’re great
It may be rainin’, but there’s a blood puddle around you
You better let somebody love you
You better let somebody love you, before its too late