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THE DRUNK TREE

Look at that man sitting at the bar,
Bark for skin, drinking his gin.    
Why me?

Look at that girl, head for a bean,
Tits so orange, and her legs were green.
Why me?

We all know that the tree is wrong,
That's why I'm singing this stupid song!
Because we all live in the big blue world,
Where the trees take care of the ground.
But if we neglect the tree,
The tree might even drown!

All together now, we're walking down,
Down the street searching for the wise old tree,
Look what I found...... the drunk tree!

I followed him home, driving down the street,
He was stumbling over all the park bench-seats.
Why me?

He walked up to me with a bottle of gin,
He poured me a shot, and said it'll give you a spin.
Why me?

Peter Petkov


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