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monster5
Wysłany: Nie 1:47, 08 Paź 2006
Temat postu: My favourite verses )))
Gus
,
service please
,
get me a German stout
And listen to me while I lay my problem out:
My love affair is on the rocks
,
Barbie and I had a spout.
Barbie quarreled about Labatts
,
we fought about Bud lite;
She says the brew makes of me such an ungodly sight.
Please pour the beer in a frosted mug let me consider awhile;
Barbies voluptuous alluring figure
,
and her sweat comely smile.
Sure neighbors and relatives they think her ever so fine
,
And my debauched lifestyle well
,
they'll sorely malign.
My parents and relatives they think that she's the perfect lass
,
But the fairest of cheeks must wrinkle
,
and the truest of loves must pass.
This is no light decision
,
nor one from which I'll bail;
So open nother cold bottle please
,
please make this one an ale.
She'll make a loyal wife1 and bare a flock of kids
,
But neither she nor them will earn a blumming quid.
My house
,
will be full of noisy kids and cluttered with their toys
,
But I'm a grown man
,
and kids bring me no joys.
Instead of a fine new car
,
and staying at swank resorts
,
We'll stay at my parent's cabin and sleep on the davenports.
To paying for their food
,
and buy them fine clothes
,
I'll need to work long hours
,
a thing I surely loathe.
My sweet Barbie wants me to bear her yoke
,
Yet beers are cheap
,
and family will keep me broke.
My God! that went so quick! there's nothing but suds;
Yes
,
fill it up my empty jug
,
your tap still has some Bud.
The love of sweet loyal woman is truly a special thing;
I'll toil all day
,
shell get my pay
,
and treat me like a king.
The creating of life. . . the rearing of kids is our blessed task;
So me Barb requires of me that I give up the liquor flask.
Gus pour me nother cerveca
,
make it Corona Dark;
Barbie will have no rivals
,
she thinks I'm an easy mark.
If now I give up drink
,
. . my life will be so stark.
No days blatto in this ole tavern
,
I'll be off with the kids in the park.
Sadly Allen
,
David
,
and Bill will drink a toast to me:
"Hells bells
,
such times he'll neer more see."
Now that I'm at the bottom
,
a Canadian larger please.
I can hear her say
,
the damn drinking
,
its a social disease.
Barb says this brew is ruling my mind
,
turning me into a rake;
So she demands sobriety
,
or no vows with me she'll take.
A man's word
,
his mark
,
and my vows I always keep
,
So which ever I choose
,
I'll make my heart weep.
Now let me ponder a while on which shall me beguile:
To drink till I stink
,
or change my lifestyle?
The aroma
,
its color
,
and whiteness of head
,
Or wed a wife and have children instead?
Shall the candle be burnt at both ends
,
the flame will be ever so bright
,
Or to mend my ways and do what's Christian
,
proper
,
and right.
I feel like I'm caught by the tail
,
to be flayed for sale;
So open one more bottle
,
Gus
,
make this an ice-cold ale.
In time the kids grow up . . . my wife be old and gray;
But the joys of sporting life will be had till on the deathbed I lay.
The kids and wife are a task
,
the house will be my vault,
But the joys of the drinking life
,
for sure will my heart exults.
Pour me another beer
,
hey Gust the case is almost dead
,
And though my head does spin
,
everything has been said.
Hey Gus
,
get another case
,
get the frosted mugs;
Hey guys
,
lets give the suds a tug.
Now answer me true
,
which is the better portion, bondage bought with a ring,
Or out with you guys carousing till dawn on a drunken fling???
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