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Peter Cross is the songwriter, the arranger, and the producer.

Commentary:

On July 29, 1996 (my birthday), an unforgettable night on the beach at San Luis Obispo occurred when two of my female friends threw me a party. While waves crashed, moonlight reflected off the ocean, vast quantities of chardonnay and maryjane were consumed and our beach fire grew hot, inspiration of the weirdest kind occurred. Out of nowhere, Jason and Alex began to sing a song that we all decided was the most revolting folk song ever repeated, and repeated, and repeated to death. And some spontaneous gaseousness on the part of Jason and Alex caused me to veer off in that particular songwriting direction. I blocked on the last line because I had no idea where I was going with the song anyway, nor did anyone except me really care. I felt that the lyrics should resolve with a joke, and Jason stepped up to the plate with the perfect line "blamed it on the dog". I had to blame it on somebody, and a dog that just happened to be there obviously had no idea what I was up to and it didn't seem to care.

This song is a perfect example of songwriting talent gone off into the twilight zone and creativity gone wild. The recording session occurred in San Francisco on the sperm of the moment with the same two female friends. The lead singer and her friend could not stop laughing, and an entire hour of recording time was lost while the friend kept tickling the singer while she tried to sing the lead vocal. Since I was paying for the session, I eventually had to get heavy with the women (which was LOTS OF FUN with these particular women). One hour later, the song was finished, with me, Jason and Alex throwing in bits of insanity in the background. The track was done live with my studio guitarist playing along at the same time, so there was no mixing necessary. What I have here is either a farting classic, or another song that the whole world will ignore. Either way, we all had fun.