one summer evening drunk to hell
i sat there nearly lifeless
an old man in the corner sang about a thing called love
and johnny on the juke box sang
thats ok i remember
a pair of brown eyes labelled one to three
yep, thats it, a war song
ol piss head who penned it got his teeth done
which makes us all re-consider
neglect, bravado, war, dentistry
a pair of brown eyes 1, 2, 3,
a thing called love
thank god for mobility scooters and trident
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