Hello, Shot Down, my old friend
You're plowing pride aside again
In cocktail canyons, ice cubes clinking,
At a singles bar, scotch drinking,
Wiggly wishes, dire desires of the crotch,
Guide the scotch,
To find a mound for your lance..

Hear the drum beat drive soul music,
Hide your halo, pulse you devil..
Scan your eyes to filter "Won'ts" and "Might"
Wants are ebbing in your sight
With short skirts skin tight
Moments are right
To lure and snag a mound for your lance

Fifty blaze ladies, heat the floor
Wide eyes flashing, blinking "Score"
Ahh.. imagine thongs, they briefly, tightly wear
Just one sweet pair,
Could purse the mound for your lance..
Despair not, to words like, "No"
Keep thinking "Yes"..and make it so,
Smile at all the juicy peaches,
Quite soon, you'll barge and storm their beaches
Aren't they swell? sweet pennies in a well,
Tell bad luck, "Go to Hell!"
Here's mounds for your lance..

Though long, lost hours drift away
Feel not wasted, as you stay
Hark! you hear a last call warning,
Almost closing time of morning,
But there's one chick still left..it's Liz,
Works cleaning the restroom stalls,
Might fondle balls..
Hmm..Oh well,
You found a mound for your lance