“Terroir? I Hardly Know ’er!” (in the style of rQueen — majestic friendship power ballad) (Verse 1 – soft piano, reflective) We woke up to laughter and the sound of the street, Basque bells ringin’ where the Greenbelt meets. Jennifer’s holdin’ that Vandals cup high, Bronco blue skies paint the morning wide. Tom’s talkin’ dreams, Ellen hums a tune, Jill’s got beans and a spoon by noon. We wandered the town like we owned the place, Friends and fools in our finest grace. (Pre-Chorus – tempo builds) We found the door beneath the sign, Eight Horses callin’, the vault divine. Kara and Reed, they led the way, And someone whispered “terroir,” I said “what’d you say?” (Chorus – full band explodes, harmonies soar) “Terroir” — I Hardly Know ’er! We’re laughin’ so hard the bottles stir. Raise your glass to the friends who stay, From Boise nights to the break of day. “Terroir” — I Hardly Know ’er! We’re alive, we’re loud, we’re sure. Every wrong turn feels just right — When you’re drinkin’ with love tonight. (Verse 2 – groove sets in, playful) Wilder said “no table,” then called us back, Pizza dreams derailed and back on track. We met a cow and a horse or two, Rodeo hearts and a sky so blue. Paul One’s singin’, Paul Two’s proud, Rena’s scat is liftin’ the crowd. And when the night hit that perfect pitch, We toasted terrowah like we knew which was which. (Bridge – key change, dramatic and sincere) Ohhh — this town gave us stories to keep, Like vault doors closed and laughter deep. From smoke detectors with terroir flair, To pizza we never quite found there. (Final Chorus – arms-in-the-air, gospel harmonies) “Terroir” — I Hardly Know ’er! Let the echo shake the spur! Boise nights and friends that shine, The best kind of chaos is mine! “Terroir” — I Hardly Know ’er! Sing it louder, let hearts concur — We’re just fools who found our way, In a vault beneath the Idaho day! (Outro – humorous twist, voices fading with laughter) (soft piano) So raise that cup, and here’s the score… (beat) We still can’t pronounce terroir. (laughter, clinking glasses, faint “cheen cheen!” as the final chord rings)
