It's been a fun Saturday at home, but
I'm off out later for beers with Dermot
And what's more, that will really suit
As I was worried that Dermot had got
The hump, and maybe we had lost the plot
Got to find a way so we can translate
Our pubby fun into an act that's hot
Because at ad libbing, don't think we're great
At least not together, onstage, and fate
Won't promote us if we're bobbins. Half-cut
Ain't so bad though, it lifts the speed of thought
And spins its direction, arrow rotates
Then stops at some random point you would not
Have got to without booze. Like that a lot!
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