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Lay Off The Beer

Where does he stay, when you are here,
that mean old man, you find in your beer.
Everything is fine, but then you leave,
and out comes meany, he has been freed.
Drink after drink, the bolder he gets,
but I must tell you, he has me upset.
Ugly ways, ugly talk, is all he knows,
then in the morning, off, to somewhere he goes.
You need to tell him, when you're not here,
the bar is closed, so lay off the beer.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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