There’s a lot to be saved if for drinking supper;
\ncycle all those liquids as if you’re human scupper.<\/p>\n
Give me one more beer, dear bartender.
\nI’m still a few away from being on a bender.
\nWhen I start to ask for whiskey, that’s a sign I’m getting frisky,
\nand it’s best if you return me to sender.<\/p>\n
I would live in a bar and become a drunk star.
\nI would detail my antics on line.
\nI’d abandon my house and then total my car.
\nEvery night I’d mix whiskey with wine.<\/p>\n
There’s a lot to be saved by drinking supper;
\ncycle them damn liquids around like a human scupper.<\/p>\n
A man might dedicate his life to alcohol.
\nAnd his friends might tell him that he’s headed for a fall.
\nBut what’s the sense of living your life up against the wall?
\nThe great god of fermentation has provided me my call.<\/p>\n
I am loved in liquor stores and cabarets.
\nMy life is interrupted frequently by short jail stays.
\nI often see the world as nothing but a bottle maze.
\nBut I’m much to old to change my sippin’ ways.<\/p>\n
There’s a lot to be said for drinking supper;
\nrun them liquids in and out just like a human scupper.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"