What a Party
When we're munchin', mostly crunchin' at a party, havin' fun bunchin'
When we're blinkin', mostly thinkin', at a party, havin' fun drinkin'
Are we sober, because we're older, at a party, havin' fun all over.
Then we talk to a gal, who wants to be our pal, Another drink? Maybe we shall.
Are we now wiser, if we broke an insisor, on something from beside her.
Then we get mellow, talking to a fellow, who starts to turn yellow.
Then we start thinkin', about how much we've been drinkin', before we get the Lincoln.
Then we start drivin', thinkin' and conivin' about how we're survivin'
Then we start to get tired, because we just got fired, by our boss who's already re-hired.
It must have been that gal, who wanted to be our pal, well, just maybe she shall.
But it was really getting late, when I hit that gal by the gate.
Copyright © Terry Mullally | Year Posted 2018
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