Thanks For the Memory
In the ancient city of York
My friends and I have been for a walk
Studying a little Viking history
Instead of returning to the car
We decided to visit a bar
That's when a nice American couple ran into me .
Howdy y'all
In his best southern drawl
Do ya know where we might get somethin nice to eat
There is a restaurant in the bar
and its really not that far
Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding would be a treat.
They were in the dinner queue
When my mate got out his snooker cue
After dinner might our American friend have a game
Of course you can play a frame or two
We'll be at the table waiting for you
but don't you think we ought to know your names .
Of course you should he said
This little lady is Andrea , I am Ed
I'll see ya soon an we'll have a beer
I knew when Andrea shook her head
He might be going shopping instead
but he whispered '' i'll be staying here''
Well he must have talked her round
Or a compromise had been found
Because soon he was telling his tall tales
Ya see American women , He insisted
Love to have their arms twisted
but if ya show em who is master it never fails.
He began to titter
Calling him a quitter
When my mate said he was going to call his wife on the phone
Just show her who is boss
She aint never going to get cross
She will know she has to leave you guys alone.
It was then Andrea came in
Her face as angry as sin
Ed had promised to meet her half an hour ago
C'mon Ed we teased
Show us you're the big cheese
Teach us what us soft British guys out to know.
I have never seen such cowardice in all my life
He was scared stiff of his angry wife
C'mon Ed pull the other one
You are no better than us Brits
You know when to call it quits
but thanks for the memory. It was fun.
Copyright © Darren Watson | Year Posted 2014
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