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
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