Drinking Test By Thomas Young

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3:59

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As they all,gathered around,the pub to hoist a few, They clinked their mugs together,to toast in the new, The new ones were the young dudes,joining the club, They had to know,if they would belong in this here pub, As long as the jokes were hot,and the beer was cold, They would find out,just how many pints they could hold, Could they keep up the pace,set by these old old boys, If after an hour or two,could they keep their poise, Chorus Well,time was going to tell,the tale of the tape, The loser had to pay the tab,and he might have to scrape, But he'll be under the table,and out like a lite, And he might be there,till the end of the nite, Bridge Well those young hooligans,were pouring down the beer, It wouldn't be to long now,they'd be thrown out of here, Some of them were starting to cuss,and starting to scrap, One of them went to the john,he said for a crap, He never came back,i guess he was having a nap, But he got caught in the ladies can,with someones wife on his lap, Well,that's when all hell broke loose,and fists started to fly, And one of them young fellers,got his self a black eye, Chorus+Bridge Well,that wouldn't sit to well,with the beer they had bought, They couldn't hold their own,as well as they thought, I guess that means,they had failed the drinking test, They couldn't keep up,with this pubs boozing best, They'll have to get practiced up,before they try again, And hope they get another chance,for redemption then, By that time,some of these old guys,will have packed it in, They might be retired,and sucking on a gin! Chorus