Pills for Every Occasion
Ross and Suzanne grace our corner bar,
He the epitome of a bass guitar player
She the gypsy flamingo singer, dancer,
He is the skipper of a deep sea trawler
She his woman flown in from Perth
His rock for this foul weather berthing.
A little tick are some Irish boys now ashore
Loveable and loaded to the gunwales
Popping party pills and drinking, drinking,
Faces red eyes bulging they come and go
Yet will cast off again, too soon.
What pills then will they be needing�
Pop this one, boy tis called 'fishing'
And follow up with this one called 'working'
One bitter and one sweet will get you off shit street.