Let me paint you a picture
Let me draw you a sketch
Of a man to whom a bottle is a crutch
He drinks from early morning
Till the moon comes up at night
One wonders how a man can drink that much
Liquor makes him happy
But it also makes him mean
Ale and lager make him hover
Somewhere in between
Wine, on the other hand,
Has no effect at all
That's why there's still a case of red
In the closet off the hall
You never, ever, challenge him
For he will call your bluff
He'll beat you down with vulgar words
And if that's not enough
His uppercut is perfect
And beware of his left hook
Donny Brook...
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