A Night On the Tiles
A young lady from old Bordeaux,
Was drinking wine with great gusto,
She was at a wine fair
When the police stopped her there,
The breathalyzer blew up with one blow.
The gendarmes wouldn't let her walk home,
So she called a soldier friend on the phone,
He arrived in a tank
As drunk as a skank,
Now they both sit in the cells all alone.
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