A pint of bitter the old man cried,
As he stumbled to the floor,
I’m sorry Mr P sir,
I can’t give you anymore,
Hi ham a regiment soldier,
He slurred and boldly spoke,
I know and respect that Mr P,
But I think your hip is broke,
Hi fought in Burma and  Vietnam,
And world wars one and two,
Hi was imprisoned and tortured,
And still hi made it through,
Now listen here, young girl me lad,
Hi want another beer,
hi walked on the moon you know,
ham hi speaking clear,
Mr P its time to go,
its nearly half eleven,
you have had thirty pints today,
since only five past seven,
I understand Mr P,
but sir you are quite drunk,
I cannot serve you anymore,
and you wife has done a bunk.