The Malt Shop

THE MALT SHOP I would wager every school has a no-touch clan - Four or five debs who really know how to play And they share company only with those coolest studs of the day Money, looks and politics are basic to the royal suiting up One must look just so, act just so and appear only at just so places Well? do they appear at the malt shop? Oh, no – none will see those faces It’s just so too common for them to show So? Where did I fit in? I didn’t – to dances didn’t go Didn’t know how to smile just so Didn’t kiss VIP bottoms, you know I used to pass the noisy place and shake my head – Such a waste of time, such decadence, values dead And did I, mister well read, want to go to the malt shop, Smile, laugh, flirt with the girls? Damn right I did! Dave Austin