Drinking in a back street bar
On the wrong side of town
Swaying on a barstool
Gulping his drink down
Shouting obsenities and singing
And guffawing loud
He was desised and ignored
By the soberer crowd.
He grabbed a girl of eighteen
And showered her with kesses
Told her he was married
But that the loving he misses
For they are now in spereate rooms
And the clever girl let him think
He was in with a chance of some romance
So he kept buying her drink
And in time she got away
And went to another bar down the street
Now drunk on Gods free beer
Her boyfriend and pals to meet
And God sat despondant
As another drunk started into a song
As God looked after the girl
And wondered what he done wrong.
And in time that girl became a woman
And in time became old
And in time passed to the other side
And of her sins was told
And God asked her did she remember
Meeting him in a bar when drunk on beer
And how she led him on
By being willing, looked to appear.
And she said: God: you do not drink...
Not an alchoholic are you at all
That was just a loser
A water him she did call
And God her at one admonished
And delivered the judgement said he:
What you do to the least of mine...
That you do onto me!
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