THE VODKA NEGRONI

The bar at the end of the Yellow Brick Road
Is serving up a magical brew
Ruby red with a twist of lime
One sip for Toto, two sips for you

Last sip, tornadoes past your brainstem
"Woo-ee Kansas, here I come!"
Good ol' Glinda takes the hint
And mixes you another one

Well Scarecrow's SO not happening
But Tin Man's looking pretty buff
And Flying Monkey, he's a honey
(What the hell is in this stuff?!)

You'd be off to see the Wizard
If you only had a brain
Instead you're dancing on the bar
Clicking those damn heels again...

"There's no place like home-y
After 3 or 4 negronis"

A 20th century cocktail @ Mars Bar / San Francisco