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One hundred and three thousand, six hundred and three.
- Thread starter Gagh
- Start date
Shitty Dual
schroedinger's fat
jack
The Legendary Troll King
"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die,"
Says the man next to me out of nowhere
It's apropos of nothing.
He says his name's William but I'm sure,
He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy
And he's plain ugly to me
And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts in suits
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store too
Well, they're nothing like Billy and me
I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
And Billy likes to peel the labels from his bottles of Bud
He shreds them on the bar then he lights every match in an oversized pack
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
before blowing and cursing them out
And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor
And a happy couple enters the bar dangerously close to one another
The bartender looks up from his want ads
Otherwise the bar is ours, the day and the night and the car wash too
The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty cars
The sun and the moon
Says the man next to me out of nowhere
It's apropos of nothing.
He says his name's William but I'm sure,
He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy
And he's plain ugly to me
And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts in suits
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store too
Well, they're nothing like Billy and me
I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
And Billy likes to peel the labels from his bottles of Bud
He shreds them on the bar then he lights every match in an oversized pack
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
before blowing and cursing them out
And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor
And a happy couple enters the bar dangerously close to one another
The bartender looks up from his want ads
Otherwise the bar is ours, the day and the night and the car wash too
The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty cars
The sun and the moon
The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
NO CROWS!