Sunday, February 18, 2007

Cheers

I have a few pounds in my pocket
Maybe a couple of pence
It'll buy us some drinks
Life can start to make sense

A quiet night, a happy night
A merry night of no pretence
We can straddle the bar
Debilitate our defence

I bought you a beer
But you drink cider
I borrowed your ears
And now you're an insider