Marching into a Bottle - Alan White

Come on around to a bar downtown

Where the boys are boys

And the women get down to business

Where the barman’s hip

He don’t take no lip

and all the girls get giddy

When the ship comes to town.

Sellin’ince in the cellar

Cos the cellar’s pretty hot

Makin’eyes at the ladies

Givin’everything they’ve got for you

Gropin’in the dark

Cos the lights are dim

When a blind man says

Your beer belongs to him.

Run down wind up on the street

Nobody wants a bum like that for company

Hold on slow down

Keep your head

What do you want to talk like that for?

Come on to my place

We can have a goodtime

Pass around the bottle and

Meet some friends of mine.

Take off your shoes

And let the time slip by till the sun comes up And it’s time to say goodbye.