Pills for every occasion
Ross and Suzanne grace our corner bar
He the epitome of a bass guitar player
She the gypsy flamingo singer, dancer
He is the skipper of a deep sea trawler
She his woman flown in from Perth
His rock for this foul weather berthing.
A little t’ick their Irish crew now ashore
Lovable and loaded to the gunwales
Popping party pills and drinking, drinking
Faces red, eyes bulging they come and go.
Yet will cast off again, too soon.
What pills then to fit the bill?
Pop this one, boy, t’is called 'fishing'
And follow up with this one called 'working'.
One sweet and one bitter will get you off shit street