Old Herbert stood a pint for me
Ask I walked in through the door
And we chatted the world's woes
Through nine pints or maybe more
And Maisie of that exquisite waist
Gave hip upon which to rest my hand
And that evening rolled gently on
Impromptu and unplanned
Such a strange disparate crowd
Leaning there on Brian's bar
And then we're all there on the street
And I'm somehow sat in Maisie's car
As Herbert walked his way home
Striding off straight as the proverbial die
I remember winding the window down
And yelling as we drove on past and by
I was young and I was arrogant
Thought I could bluff my way
Cope with sensations never felt
Before that particular day
Dear Maisie treated me with such respect
Such understanding and gentle care
And dear Maisie very carefully
Helped me make love with her
Next night Herbert grinned his grin at me
As I tried not to drink in haste
Anticipating things yet to come
With one arm on Maisie's waist
