Reality

Sometimes there is a need  for reality
Like the wrinkles and roughness of an old down Mainer
Sure P town and The Vinyard are nice and touristy
But for reality and hang it in the wind
There's no place like CuttyHunk
Hell you'd have to go all the way down to  Isla Morada 
To get reality like that.
Now there's some folk t'drink with!
It's hard to describe the overall feeling of homesick
A bar off the Alawai  near Waikiki, Another in Inverness
But for down to earth look you in the eye people
Well Cutty Hunk and Isla Morada are tops
I'm from Liverpool, old Liverpool.
Reality belongs in that bombed out old town
Pass me that thing dammit
Enough with reality

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