31 May 2012
Work's out. Time to destress. Bottle of Patrón. We're not trying to impress. We're just thirsty, from slaving away since six thirty. Dance floors dirty.
But we don't give a monkeys...or a lama. We don't need the drama.
We just want to chill. And drink until we feel ill. Be careful that you don't spill..
You're drink on the poser at the bar. With the big chest, I think he needs a sports bra.
Oh dear, now he's in my friends ear. Trying to induce fear. But we'll never be scared. We'll pull off his chinstrap beard.
I'll tell my boy Tom to punch him in the face. But he ran like a girl and left me in his place.
Now this guy with the huge teeth. Starts screaming that he wants beef.
Beef? What you mean fillet mignon?
I don't wanna fight, I wanna listen to my favourite song.
On the old jukebox that stole my change.
But if you poke my chest again, your face I'm gonna rearrange.
If he puffs any harder he's gonna lose his wig.
I tell him, "you're mad because you have to get home and make sweet love to a spiderpig"
"spiderpig...spiderpig.. Does whatever a spider pig does..."
What the hell am I thinking of?
I'm no longer making sense.
Sorry tough guy I did'nt mean to cause offence by making very funny jokes at your expense.
Now he's growling, I don't like this game we're playing. I cant understand a thing he's saying.
So sorry hater I would'nt like to see you later.
Go and find yourself a translator.
You're like school in the summer time...no class.
I've lost my patience so kiss my brown ass.
We don't want to make you bleed.
So make like a tree and leave.
Pretty please?
Now he's gone. Turn the music back on.
It's still light outside lets drink til dawn.
Tough Guys. • Opuss № I