The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Beer Goggles

It is around the third or fourth pint From reality you disconnect And after about the fifth or sixth Those beer goggles do take effect While looking through beer goggles The glass is always half full Every chick looks a stunner And easy for the pull When wearing those beer goggles You’ve got all the talk Even the fattest and ugliest lasses Can pull off a models catwalk Beer goggles give you confidence Every bird is there for the take Every chest is inviting a grope Whether they be real or fake Beer goggles make you look cool The center of attention and laughter Yes you are the soul of the party The problem comes the morning after The effect of the goggles wears off And your real vision can finally see And you realise that you spent the night With an old hag aged around sixty-three Then the memories coming flooding back Of the night before Soiling yourself in public Vomiting all over the floor Being thrown out of the pub for molesting Urinating against a brick wall It is no small miracle then That you managed to pull at all
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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