Oh, where is your spit
When ya' need a lot of it, Saliva
Not a drop in the mouth
All there is..is a drought
When we need wet..the most..
Desert rough,
Swallowing gets tough, Saliva
For that moment of dreading
Like, best man at the wedding
The bride and the groom to toast..

Cotton's high
And mouth won't fly
Nerves shut down the brain
Jaw and jerk,
When tongue don't work
The words might sound insane

Chuggin' more booze,
But, just makes you lose, Saliva
Where is that good grace..?
Sweaty hands and face
Wishin' you were a ghost..
Saliva..

Watch your watch,
You must not botch,
Rehearsed chosen line
Inhale breath,
It's not death
Relax, you'll be fine..
Lick your lips..
Maybe get a couple drips, Saliva
Flash a smile, try to cope,
Keep the faith and the hope
Act cool with that can of brew..

Beat the curse,
Tap a gland and disperse..Saliva
Stand up proud for your friends
Flip a lip..soon ends
Just do what ya' gotta' do..

Git some grit
And find your spit
Play deep breathing game
You're no wimp,
Let courage crimp
It's no time to be lame..

Stand and attack,
Hey, here it comes back, Saliva

"To the beautiful bride and groom..Let's all stand,
and drink a fine toast that the times demand
May great happiness they befall..
And thank God for all,
This Saliva...Saliva...Saliva..."