The Problem With Big Round Barrels (A Series of Cooped Lymrics)
A barrel of laughs, like a barrel of hope
Echoing in my ears like suds in the soap
Chuckle, chuckle, chuckle
Loosen up my buckle
Roll around on the floor like a big dumb dope
A barrel of monkeys, what the heck does that mean?
Oh dear lord, don't let 'em out or they'll cause a scene
Pop the top
Never stop
Those two in the back corner are being obscene
A barrel of beer, now we're talkin
Strap on that tap, and no more walkin
Big mug
Glub glub
Nothing to do but keep on talkin
A barrel of whiskey, you crazy son of a bi*ch
Don't worry, we'll pace our selves, go off without a hitch
Here comes my rebuke
Someone's gonna puke
It's a cold hard morning when you wake up in a ditch
A barrel of wine, oh still the beating of my heart
Could turn any to loving regardless of the start
Another my dear
Baby have no fear
I would love to kiss you, what a beautiful remark
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