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May 2011
I'm peskered by midnight burritos
The lime in my glass has gone south
My sweet little hound-dog, Pepito,
Is scratching my pants to get out
There's bloodstains and tears on my pillow
Cuz' your cheating heart bleeds from my eye
And the worm in the bottle
Has kicked me full throttle
But at least that old worm doesn't lie!

(everyone sing along!)

So, pour me one more dark mesquito, Sir
Let's drink til our pockets run dry
And with every sip
Let the Worm kiss our lip
Let's drink til the Moon fades away from the sky
Let's drink to forget our remembers
Let's drink to the old by-and-by
For the heart never learns
So let's drink to the Worm
Cuz at least that old worm doesn't lie!

(One more time!)

So pour me one more dark mesquito, Sir
Let's drink til the bottle runs dry
We'll sip and we'll slurp
And we'll belch and we'll burp
And **** like the dickens and make the girls cry
We'll drink to the ******* and Beauties
Those cuties of lost love denied
We'll drink from the hip
And we'll treasure each sip
Cuz at least that old worm doesn't lie!

It might take some practice
To **** down that cactus
With salt and a small wedge of lime
So drink up me brother
And I'll have another
Cuz at least that old worm doesn't lie!
Written by
Timothy Mooney
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