The Proposal
Tis the season and I have a reason,
For you to lunch on the Barby with me
We'll go the the seashore and do a lot more
Please come with me and you'll see
The food will be great, we shouldn't be late
On this fine sunny day I'll come and take you away
I'll be coming at noon, I may sing you a tune
Though I'm sure I'll be slightly off key
The sun will be high, way up in the sky
When we get there, they have a great bill of fare
No fancy duds here, just good food and cheer
They've fries covered with cheese
With steaks sure to please
And salads, with taste, to die for
The beers really cold and be I so bold
I've a ring in my pocket for thee
Just give me your heart it's the best way to start
So Please Lunch On The Barby With Me
Jim 1988
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