ella oh so enchanted slayed her father in the aftermath of a bloody song
so dont go breakin my heart and run a light saber thru my armpit
a piltdown man poured from a bottled was timely'
heroic hops riding on malt sweets caressed my bleeding soul
tangy bitters reminded me that even the sweet life has lime
on codfish and served with thinly salted french fries
ahh thousand isle dip.....thousand eyes watching
ella sways and swims into scat while
(Portuguese influences encourage)
chick died early and ella sang on
piltdown man foamed large and prematurely
he settled into a decent beer
light in weight but not calories,
sorri bud lite likers,
your girth will get wider drinking there
in the archeological shakeup
but hey..... it aint fun if it ain t
fun
if you cant sing it youll have to swing it
the dart board hangin' ova' da glass, bloody thing was growing
each throw each dart each puncture made the dart breast
climb out of it's mold
darts fell on each toss
terrified by the possibility of puncturing the mother love of dart and beer
safety of the pub atmospherics suspended
pub master ended all games saying
"you canna drink da piltdown man beer an' expect a normal night"
"you be taxin' me extra heavy doin' t'ings like dis"
we all headed for shelter
found our coats and hats and gloves
you could'na mind what events might come from a night like this
nice lacing on glass pretty legged foam cloying to glass
just above the body of the beer
and again the beer wasn't nay joke.
Three Cheers to the breast of darts!!
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