Galactic Bar and Grill

The barman was a chimpanzee With a sad old wise old face He ran the themed franchised bar At Fat Sam’s Dancing Place He swung his cocktail mixture Jiggled it and deftly caught it Your drink was ready and mixed Before you’d even thought it And he kept a special section Where you could sit and think And he always with discretion Topped up or replaced your drink The waiting staff were android Gorillas attended the entry door With only humanoid beings Allowed in from that dance floor Sometimes the barman did a cabaret White tied lounge suited with a cane Once did a mean mean take off Of the Duke Big John Wayne I am told that he even once Though to be sure I wasn’t there Used a hat stand in lieu of Ginger In a tribute to Fred Astaire When the going was too hectic In that galactic mixing place You could draw so much comfort From that friendly kindly face If too many gargle blasters Were scrambling your head That chimpanzee ensured You woke up home in your bed And he never told gossip stories And he never forgot a face He ran a bar of perfection At Fat Sam’s Dancing Place Try his drinks of true distinction Try superb food designed to thrill At the one and only universally known Superb Chimpanzee's Galactic Bar and Grill