Sam Adams Woke Up Dead

Sam Adams Woke Up Dead Sam Adams woke up dead He had met a strange man In a strange bar, in a strange land The man told him Beware, today is the date You will meet your fate Sam Adams drank too much Twenty drinks too sober Drank until he died Found himself in a huge room With hundreds of people milling about The hangover from h … pounding his head Sam Adams groans, Shouting out Where am I? “in limbo, my friend, in limbo” Growled Mr. GR, the grim reaper Dressed in a sharp, expensive, tailored black suit Wearing cool Ray-Ban Sunglasses State your name Sam Adams, Hmm Oh, there may be a mistake But what the hey, The records are never fake Not yet the date For you to meet your fate Go back to your mate He found himself Home with his wife The love of his long life Wondering until late If it had happened? What was his fate? He asked her Did I go out last night? What, no you’ve been here He explained what had happened She said it was just a bad dream Covid fears had kept them home The phone rang It was the man from the bar Did you have an interesting night? Oh well, Mr. GR comes for us all Soon you will meet your fate But not on this date