The folk they sit around the bar
And listen to my jokes so far.
I entertain the clientele
and pour another beer to sell.
The bills, they fill up my tip jar
as they go blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
I pull some sympathetic faces
And appropriately nod in places.
I listen to their tales of life
Some have three kids; some have a wife
Some have both, which makes it clear
why they spend all their time in here.
They tell me of their life of woe
or how their family’s make it so.
They speak of losing teams and cash
and utes they want to flip and crash.
I tell them that I understand
And place another beer in hand
The better that I feign concern
The more in untaxed tips I earn.