Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

Just Wait Until I Sober Up (a Riff)


Just wait until I sober up
You take me when I'm in my cups
Then I'll unleash my rational mind,
You attack me when I'm drunk and blind.

You attack me when I'm on all fours
When my lips have kissed the floor,
I see your parquet wood is cracked,
Gosh you're built, you're really stacked

But you attack me when I'm in my bottle,
I'm not one to seize and throttle,
I'll get my ducks in all a row,
My arguments will blaze and flow;

What I need is a cup of joe
To put my ducks all in a row,
Then you shall, yes you shall see,
My God, I really have to pee.

Submitted: Sunday, December 30, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, January 01, 2013

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