Saturday Night Chat

PULQUE on Nov-25-2006 at 11:30 AM RST @ 24.128.118.170

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday the regular crowd shuffles in There's an FAT MEAN CRUZCAMPO sitting next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin He says, Skot can you play me a memory I'm not really sure how it goes But it's FAT and its MEAN and I Shit Where I Sit And I'm not wearing any clothes Da da da de de da da da de de da da da Sing us a song, you're the piano man sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for some good old Pron And you've got us feelin' alright Now TD at the bar is a friend of mine He gets me my drinks for free And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke But I barely come up to his knees He says Skot, I believe this is killing me As the smile ran away from his face Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star If I could only get into this dress Sing us a song, you're the piano man sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for some good old Pron And you've got us feelin' alright Now Mother is a real shit shovelist Who nevers has time for a brew And he's talking with Shoe who was in the navy So we all say FUCK THE NAVY for life And the YP is practicing politics As Metal slowly gets stoned Yes, they're sharing a drink they call Homebrew But it's better than drinking alone It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday, And RB gives me that smile 'Cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to see To forget about Bill Pierce for awhile. And the flatulance sounds like a carnival And the bar smells like Feet and Ass And they shit and they stink and ruin the air And say "Man, it smells like ASS in here?" Da da da de de da da da de de da da da Sing us a song, you're the piano man sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for some good old Pron And you've got us feelin' alright