Oh Jamie
The polish on your glasses
Is not same
I feel I forget my own
Name
Ee
There's a hill named frog
It's drunk up all the grog
And
I think that it's such a
Shame
ee
Well you run a bar like a Queen
We are so far
But ever green
we think We're middle aged
But actually it saged
The wisest amongst us
Is never seen
I had 2 pints of Blindman's bluff
The blond beer
Was the golden stuff
You served it like a queen
It was all so Steve McQueen
But you know I'm really no
Film buff
If there was some place to
Leave my package
Like DPD or Amazon
Raffle
Perhaps the post office
Had returned
Would you like to show Saint George
Just how we remember his name?
We shine the flagpole
We raise
The flag of blame
I prefer blame to shame
But both have skin in the game
Both can make the conscience flinch
Both can make the face pained pink
It is an honest account
At least that's what alcohol amounts
To
And no, no, no doubt
His wife would have something to shout
About
Oh Jamie
You drive men made
With your body shaped like a jar
So curvy, it's like you're a star
Of the overwrought at the bar
I have to stay I noticed
But do I think you'd be
The one
Making friends with an alcoholic
Is not the way to beat
The cholic
He already has your number
Written on
His shirt sleeves' umbra
Shadow of the fallen race
Yet he is the one
Of poor taste
No religious nut is he
Only One flew over the cuckoo's tree
And state and all is free
When we let all things just be
