A Whiter Shade of Ale
I've been told,
I'd be the white spot,
On a set of pure white sheets,
Last blood test came up,
40% Budweiser I am told,
I will surely be well pickled,
No matter how many years old,
The waiter brings a tray,
We call out for more drinks,
All that I gotta' say,
That this life surely stinks.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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