Tie me in pink with a cool gin sling
or a pint of Courage Best,
I'm the common man with a tongue as
dry as a fishwife's pan and a thirst as
needy as the greedy *******
who have it all.

Not empty, not full, but pull me another
and another for my good friend the road
and one for the ***** underneath the street lamp
who carries a much larger load.

Let me sink into the apathy of what
a good drink should really be and
imagine, that there's got to be more.