13 September 2012
Things happened I couldn't believe
Went up to get our next drink Someone had spiked 'em I think Singer off his face Bassist smashing the place The evening had started to sink
Guitarist was sick on the floor And was 'escorted' to the door Luckily for me We worked locally What else would the night have in store?
So while black coffee was flowing And guitarist was still upthrowing The police came along Convinced we'd done wrong I thought to the cells we'd be going!
I explained all to PC Plod Impassive, the miserable sod Your breath I'll be testing Driving? Arresting! But we weren't so he gave us the nod
The other two had disappeared Turned out just as I feared Before they took flight They'd started a fight Could this evening get any more weird?
How we got home, I don't know We must have walked miles in the snow The moral, I guess To strange pints, don't say yes That's the last time I go with the flow...
Spike • Opuss № I