ramblings and things
What the hell are we doing
Just sitting here
Amongst flying chairs
And spilling beer.
Pete and me
Set off on or own
For a quiet night
In the American Zone.
Three Canadians
Joined us that night;
That was the cause
Of the eventual fight.
They thought all Canuks
French three Yanks said
One Canadian sadly,
Slowly shook his head
And very quickly
He replied back
He'd thought all Yanks
Were totally black.
That's the reason why
We're sitting here
Amongst flying chairs
Glass and beer.
No room for the Brits to
Take part in this din
So we just sat there
Taking every move in.
When the MPs come
To end this little affray
We'll all unite
And quickly run away.
Whatever the differences
All fighting stops
At the approach
Of the military cops.
Whatever the hangover
It can't make you feel as sick
As a hefty whack received
From an MP’s big night stick.
American Zone - Performance Version