Pint of Guinness?
No, today, I’m in need of a Bim, Bam, Boom!
A Bim, Bam, Boom?
Yeah, you know:
One Scotch – Bim!
One Bourbon – Bam!
One Tequila – Boom!
Ha! Coming up.
That ought to do it all right.
Sometimes you just need that Bim, Bam, Boom – or think you do.
You like to be in a place where everyone knows your name but nothing really important about you.
The ones you sing along to under your breath without even realising that’s what you’re doing.
The ones that bring those stinging tears to your eyes.
The ones that remind you of all the things you had.
The ones that remind you of all the things you lost.
No, the things you threw away.
Threw away in a joint just like this.
Threw away because you thought you needed…
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