The wimp he enters through the barroom door
A smile on his spectacled face
'Barman, have a drink,' he cries
'In fact, drinks for everyone in the place'

'Thank you sir, that will be 300 dollars'
The barman says with glee
'Why I don't have any money,' the wimp replies
Cause' I'm out of work you see'

But the barman is very angry now
And with fists clenched he replies
'Pay up you slug, I'm warning you
Or I'll blacken both your eyes'

The following week the wimp returns
His eyes all black and in pain
'A drink for yourself young man,' he says
And get everyone the same again'

The barman pours the measures out
Cause' he's sure this time he'll pay
But when he produces the hefty Bill
The wimp he shouts, 'no way.'

So the wimp wakes up in a hospital bed
Callipers on his legs, tight and sore
But he quickly struggles through the hospital gates
And enters the bar once more

He orders drinks for all in the bar
But tells the barman to leave himself out
Cause' when you take the drink,' he says
You turn into a violent lout.'

                    G J Tate