Twas the Night for our Bartenders by Jeff Walton December 24, 2008
Twas the night for our bartenders and all through the firehouse All the patrons were drinking and some even doused. They forked over their twenty without any care In hopes to mix cocktails for all who were there.
The people were dancing as music filled their head Joe wasn't spinning records but used MP3's instead. He hooked up his computer some speakers and new L.E.D'.s Played Jam On It, Hump Hump De Dump-ty, and Run DMC.
When out on the bar rose such a clatter We sprung from our chairs to see what was the matter. Away to the front we tore like a flash See woman stomping and stripping, hey quick give me some cash.
They were movin' and grovin' without using a pole Being naughty and dirty, be expecting some coal. And what to our wondering eyes should appear Two small breasts and no white brassiere.
So don't you worry and don't you fret They belonged to O Geiger he had lost a bet Yes Gail was calling for some big boobies But the gals were wise and never showed their goodies .
Pour us a beer and make it quick I need a shot for her and me a gin with tonic This help is sad but they're not to blame It was all thanks to that guy who had called their name
Now Joshua, Now Kristen, now Mel and Matt Z. Get behind that bar and do as you please Mix us a cosmo, psst with vodka a clue And don't you forget that slow comfortable screw.
Sex on the beach doesn't have any sand Do you need Mort back there to give you a hand Dennis looks willing and could be on call Abby is too busy mopping out the bathroom stall.
Yes we really do miss them when they are not around Professional drink slingers are tough to be found But I heard all exclaim as they turned out the light. Many thanks to our bartenders and to all a good night.
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