My dad were a drunk
Every waking hour in the pub
The smell was quite alarming
Always less than charming
He made me do Elvis impressions
When he`d had a drink
You`ll be all shook up one day
Stand away, you stink
I`d sing into the end of a brush
If i sang off key,do it again, he`d say
There`s no hope for this guy
I`ll knock him out one day
My sisters all thought he was crackers
One day the eldest kicked him in the knackers
As he writhed on the floor,We ran for the door
Shouting serves ya right,you`ll`ll do it no more
Copyright James Byrne
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