My time with the whacker, ole chum
Tis a wondrous time of the year
and its not only because of the beer.
A look in the mirror,
just don't look too near,
and you'll see that a job is at hand.
Get out your mug and with you smear
a plug and a lug but have no fear.
With a tip from the tap
And a whip of the boar
Your half way there and its grand.
The blade is just right after all the care
A wick and a whack and the end is near.
The glass at the edge is waiting for you
hurry you feel, fear the hurry
don’t tint the spirit red by any means.
When next you rub betwixt the ears
You’ve proved again and cheer.
So brag a bit, and boast---
Just don’t look too near for fear,
you may have missed a spot, ole man.
Alx
Tis a wondrous time of the year
and its not only because of the beer.
A look in the mirror,
just don't look too near,
and you'll see that a job is at hand.
Get out your mug and with you smear
a plug and a lug but have no fear.
With a tip from the tap
And a whip of the boar
Your half way there and its grand.
The blade is just right after all the care
A wick and a whack and the end is near.
The glass at the edge is waiting for you
hurry you feel, fear the hurry
don’t tint the spirit red by any means.
When next you rub betwixt the ears
You’ve proved again and cheer.
So brag a bit, and boast---
Just don’t look too near for fear,
you may have missed a spot, ole man.
Alx
