Now getting to the bar's gonna be trouble <br />So the Marlons'll have to be doubles <br />Then you drink doubles <br />The same speed you drink singles <br />Ah beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass and I'm having all that's in the <br />bubble in the bottom of the bottle <br />Then by three or four, your head's a bit mangled <br />Bar's full, you mingle <br />You dance the fandango <br />You sing all your favourite jingles <br />Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon <br />One has a monocle and cigar <br />Dickie-bow and long johns <br />My utility belt tells me it's to the bar Batman <br />Fat cans of that lager then it's straight to the dance-floor <br />For much more fancy footwork, it's adored by many amour <br />Don't awe me with your little sidestep technique<br /><br />James Dickenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/go-on-son-get-the-beers-in/
