I like to go to my favorite bar at the City Caf\u00e9
\nLike to watch a game, eat hot wings, have a beer
\nI\u2019m as contented as a tick on a hound
\nThen invariably it happens
\nHave no fear<\/p>\n
A gal sits down beside me
\nGot a shiner the size of a moon pie
\nStarts weeping and telling me her life story
\nOh, give me a break
\nAll I wanted was a beer<\/p>\n
Say her boyfriend is 6\u20196\u201d, 350lbs.
\nIf he comes in, I should run, run, run
\nI attract these gals like flies to honey
\nIs it cause I sit at the end of the bar
\nOrd do I have a sign on me
\nA sign that says \u201csucker for a sob story\u201d?<\/p>\n
I could stay home but I love this bar
\nBig Screen TV is a draw and hot wings to die for
\nGonna tell them gals
\nNo more sob stories
\nNo more, no more
\nThat\u2019s what bar tenders are for<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I like to go to my favorite bar at the City Caf\u00e9 Like to watch a game, eat hot wings, have a beer I\u2019m as contented as a tick on a hound Then invariably it happens Have no fear A gal sits down beside me Got a shiner the size of a moon pie Starts … Continue reading A Beer<\/span>