Do you ever mis-speak a song lyric without really thinking? Yes? But do you then ever feel inspired to complete the parody? Sometimes I do.
My Way
And now, I drank some beer,
Too much I fear, like Richard Burton
It start...ed with good cheer
Got off my face, of that I'm certain.
I guess... I spoke some bull
Offended some, and yet if I may,
I'll say, that's what I do,
I imbibe my way.
Cig'rettes, I've had a few
I've spluttered through, but I should mention
I find, if I can choose,
I'd prefer booze to use my pension.
When canned, I choose - of course -
the strongest ale for cash that I pay,
It means less breaks to whizz;
I imbibe my way.
Lager and limes, a jar or two,
When beer is off, what can you do?
But won't have more, there is no doubt,
I'd have a change, and drink some stout!
I'd drink it all, lean on the wall
And imbibe my way.
I've loved to quaff with pride
I've had a swill when I am cruising
And now my brain is fried
I still will try to keep on boozing
I puked upon on the cat
(It ran away, off down the highway)
But do not fret, it did come back.
I imbibe my way.
For what is a can? What is a shot?
What is a glass? Get a pint pot!
Forget the pie that just congeals
And get a scotch 'til my head reels,
With my red nose, the record shows
I imbibe my way.
