Bartender

Bartender
Norton / Rolf

Well I meet the guys every Friday night about 7
at the corner bar.
We like to start things off with a fancy Caipirinha.
And then 4 rounds of Jack and I just throw ‘em back,
and then the room starts getting hot.
A nice cold Miller really hits the spot.
And I really don‘t know just what’s come over me
You know after 10 beers I can hardly see
So I say…
Bartender, where‘s my tab? I‘ve got to go.
Bartender, call me a cab … oh oh oh oh…
Now who just ordered three more rounds
of that Lynchburg Lemonade?
Man, I love that stuff! They serve it in a jar.
And after one them, well, me and my friends,
we‘re hollering for more…
Another one and I‘m dancing on the bar.
And I really don‘t know just what‘s come over me
You know after 5 tequilas I can‘t breathe. So I say…
Bartender, where‘s my tab? I‘ve got to go.
Bartender, call me a cab… oh…
Repeat…