Drowning in Beer (Eric Frandsen) It was last Sunday night, about eleven, I think I was looking for someone to buy me a drink So I stopped in this tavern, the sights for to see And a fool on a stool sang this sad song to me Now, it seems like my dreams have all slipped from my grasp So I'm blowing the foam off the top of this glass Where once I was welcome, now she won't let me near Please, somebody help me; I'm drowning in beer You can tell that bartender to tap us a keg And I'll tell you about that fine pair of long legs On which were the feet that kicked me outside That long-legged woman has caused me to slide I slid down the stairs and on down the line And into this ginmill, 't was the first I could find And I've pawned all I owned to fend off the drought And I'm drinking on credit, but I'll be found out I was drunkenly listening to this story of strife How that cruel-hearted woman had done wrecked his life When that drunkard stood up and walked back of the bar And turned on the spigot of a keg that stood thar He laid underneath and he opened his trap And he guzzled the beer as it poured from the tap The patrons all watched for a minute or two Then he choked and he spluttered and he drowned in the brew They did not care much for that drowned drunkard's pride They called for the bouncer to drag him outside Aid I left by the back door for to save my own neck For I had not the money to pay for the check I staggered back home with tears in my eyes Remembering that fellow's untimely demise And if you think that my fate could be anything worse It's all explained fully in the very next verse The reason I'm singing this sad song to you When my old man (lady) saw me he (she) kicked me out too I started to slide and I landed in here Please, somebody help me; I'm drowning in beer JN
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