Stroll in to the bar like so many times before,
for a couple of dinks some companionship maybe a bit more.
I order with the roar of my voice,
all the while scanning the chicks of my choice.
Some with hair as lovely as a summers day,
others I would pay to stay away.
Still I have one thing in my mind after I drink,
to express my self sexually I think.
Being with a woman clear headed I always dread,
but to be drunk off my ass now there is another thing to be said.
I am an animal that woman can’t get enough,
they yell for I am fearless and will try all of their stuff.
Cocky am I as I court them to do my will,
alone in my room or car to give me that big thrill.
They all laugh and giggle when it’s time to play,
but in the end I walk away with nothing to say.
I tell them all they want to here when the beer goes down my throat,
and as the drunkenness consumes me it puts on a better coat.
I look but I really don’t want to see or hear,
for I am just another beer away from showing no fear.
So pass me another and another I am almost there,
for the woman looks ugly but after another beer why should I care.
