Bitter she is not,
nor sour, not full of griping grapes,
The whisky can stay in the jar,
while those drinking men prop up the bar,
And they stagger and they wager,
They eat unhealthy fries,
and use their eyes to peep at the crumpet,
See that one stood over there,
You know,the one in the red dress, they call her a strumpet,
In the back bar Nelson, tokes his trumpet,
Jim's dog runs around, you knows he's nuts,
Crazy pup,
The bar maid pulls a frothy pint,
The guys in the bar fancy pulling her,
She's classy,
They're rather arsy, not much of a chance,
Those boys are the crazy ones, they live a life of drinkers,
Think they're rather clever tinkers,
Really just a gang of stinkers,
Always on the pull,
Barmaid, she's nobodies fool,
Chicks pull worms!
(C) Livvi
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
Bitter she is not,
nor sour, not full of griping grapes,
The whisky can stay in the jar,
while those drinking men prop up the bar,
And they stagger and they wager,
They eat unhealthy fries,
and use their eyes to peep at the crumpet,
See that one stood over there,
You know,the one in the red dress, they call her a strumpet,
In the back bar Nelson, tokes his trumpet,
Jim's dog runs around, you knows he's nuts,
Crazy pup,
The bar maid pulls a frothy pint,
The guys in the bar fancy pulling her,
She's classy,
They're rather arsy, not much of a chance,
Those boys are the crazy ones, they live a life of drinkers,
Think they're rather clever tinkers,
Really just a gang of stinkers,
Always on the pull,
Barmaid, she's nobodies fool,
Chicks pull worms!
(C) Livvi
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