ALL HE WANTS A simple lad stands in a puddle He thinks of the sun but doesn't worry A beer and a shot is just enough To make him feel hard Solid and robust As the rain Neatens his scruffy hair He wonders if his future wife is there At the end of the bus route The dog and duck A grimey hole Full of broken hearts And little luck All he wants is to be happy Money in his pocket For beer and a curry Friday night down the pub A few pints then off to a club Venture into town And watch the tarts go by Monday morning Nursing a hangover Waiting for tea break and what a wait Chat up the typists Look for a night cap The blowouts flow Thick and fast Patiently wait for the weekend To be free at last To wait in the rain for the fourty eight Go to the pub To drink and have fun Chatting to Jonny The sad old drunk Up the Arse Knew Charlie George once Used to call him Frank Gotta laugh entcha Or else you cry Thinking i could down A bottle of voddy And let the world pass me by Through hazy Glass And blood shot eyes I can kill the pain Till the day i die
Reason for writing:
I'd like to dedicate this to a couple of blokes who used to share my local pub. Cheers.
Birth sign: Gemini
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