just one more shot to give me the courage just one more bottle for the open road now what was I saying before you interrupted need money from the bank can't remember the code
people are chasing me all over the city they think I know secrets of importance it seems maybe I'm a spy and don't really know it they brainwashed me and left me alone in my dreams
I could have been a champion of many endeavors hey barkeep pour me just one more glass I know I'm being watched from different angles all of you ******* can just kiss my ***
my pockets are empty my suit coat ripped where is my wallet and my ******* keys hey who stole my drink while I wasn't looking what are you saying what ******* disease
my mother was a dancer my pop a cop they left me alone to fend for myself I doubt if they every really truly loved me hey give me a drink from that bottle on the shelf
got to get to Boston to close that deal 5 million bucks give or take a dime I think those ***** or talking about me please a shot of tequila and a slice of lime
some say I'm crazy some a drunken *** they're all just jealous of my fortune and wealth I'm performing tonight at the President's request need a good disguise so I can arrive in stealth
people will seek my autograph want to touch my hand now where in the hell is my drink bartender you know the Taliban were frightened by my skills they had no choice except to surrender
Gomer LePoet ....
hope the words of nastiness do not offend. I think I was buzzed when I wrote this last year. :)