Noonweh

(Verse#1)
Here is the saga of Old Man Okhaga, he was the god of the south wind
Bringing the summer and making days warmer
Before the demand for his service had thinned
The invention of coal put a god on the dole, he fell a victim of changing times
He took a beating from central heating,
A god of the wind on the unemployment line
Being the god of the south wind, didn’t pay many dividends
Okhaga wasn’t one to stare in the dark
When there were humans with cars to park

(Chorus)
H’eon, K’eon, Noonweh (Noonweh)

(Verse#2)
This founding father approaches the counter, humiliated by the experience
He said, "I was the god of the Iroquois."
She said, "I’ll need a letter of reference."
Swept off his feet he was back on the street
Where the vulture cars circled for parking spots
He said, "Here are the slobs in great need of a god,
And my temple will be every parking lot."
Being the god . . .

(Chorus)

(Verse#3)
So if you’re in a lot and low on gas, and that last spot’s stolen by some pain in the ass
Pray to Okhaga and see where it ends, you’ll be stealing that spot from a Mercedes-Benz
Being the god . . .

- Words by Dominic von Riedemann and Johnny Westgate, music by Dominic von Riedemann, copyright 1997 Aliens Ate My Buick Music. All rights reserved.

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