Drinks

A night out at Annie Moore's,
Our Irish pub version of Cheers.
Always busy but always a pleasure,
With karaoke seven nights a week.
It was only ten at night
And the party had just begun.
Just me and three friends,
Kentucky, Knoxville, Brooklyn, and Teach.

We kicked off the night as lightweights,
With a starter round of beers.
Two Coors, a Bud, and Corona with lime,
Is enough to get us going
On our drunken path of glee,
With songs of old and stories of new.
Just me and three friends,
Kentucky, Knoxville, Brooklyn, and Teach.

The next couple of rounds
Was full of much of the same,
Songs and stories and room temperature beers.
But forced to double fist this time,
By the Happy Hour hand
On a clock that doesn't change.
Just me and three friends,
Tucky, Knuxville, Brookwyn, and Teech.

By 11:45-ish,
The party was in full swing.
We were feeling really good,
With the eight odd beers in us.
Laughing and cheering so very loud,
As we chugged down some Irish Car Bombs.
Just me and free friends,
Tucky, Nutsville, City boy, and Teesh.

As the party came to a close,
We paid our gigantic bar tabs,
Stumbled into the parking lot,
And slurred Goodnight to each other.
Again going our own seperate ways,
Not to see each other for a while.
Jus me and free friends,
Tucky, Chucknorrisville, Shitty boy, and Speesh!