Get out your white go-go boots and Velveeta, it’s White Trash Night at the Froggy Bottom Lounge!
Let’s get started with the tunes first…here’s an old fave:
And how about a little ditty for all us girls from the most eligible bachelor at the bar:
Let me lay my sorry trip on you.
Won’t you meet me by the river, little darling’?
I might just let you see my bad tattoo.
Well I was gonna bring you flowers, but I didn’t.
It’s the thought that counts and I think I’m a bit too broke.
But there’s some change in my ashtray–maybe just enough to pay.
For a half pint of somethin’, probably make us choke.
CHORUS:
Well you know I’d rather not go and meet your family.
They’d probably send me back where I belong.
Don’t want to hear about Mr. Right.
‘Cause he’s out of town tonight.
Baby come and spend some time with Mr. Wrong.
I drive a one-eyed Malibu without a muffler.
And a tape deck that works if you kick it hard enough.
And baby if you like to read, I’ve got some great pornography.
And a ten pound flashlight rolling in the trunk.
Now, do you have a girlfriend and does she look as good as you?
Would she like to meet my brother?
He’ll be out of jail in a month or two.
Where I come from they call me Mr. Wrong.”
-Cracker
Almost forgot, we need something to eat:
This hearty meal goes well with sports.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Line a muffin tin with bologna slices (red ring removed).
Crack an egg into the center of each bologna cup.
Sprinkle each with salt and black pepper.
Bake until firm.
Add a slice of Velveeta to each cup and bake until melted. Yummy!
And of course, it wouldn’t be happy hour without the cocktails! Straight from some southern transplant’s secret recipe file (I had to beg her to share it with me)…the Redneck Margarita:
1 can frozen limeade
1 lime, sliced in half
Pour beer into a large pitcher. Add still-frozen limeade and stir to combine. (Stirring with a metal utensil can reduce foam.) Allow foam to settle. Squeeze half a lime into pitcher. Finely slice the other lime half and place into pitcher, for garnish. Pour into chilled glasses and serve cold.
So pull your plastic-slipcovered chair up to the bar and have a few 4s on me…
