Pick me Up
‘PICK ME UP’
Pick me up off the floor
when I’m thrown out the door
For having one too many again
I lost count though after ten
Pick me up when I feel down
When I’m depressed and all around
Seems dark and bleak and hopeless too
I guess I never got over you
Pick me up on the things I say
When you want to get your own sweet way
To prevail and win the argument
On victory you seem hell bent
Pick me up when I need a lift
No not my spirits, if you get my drift
I need to get home and get my tea
So come and collect little old me
Pick me up oh please young lady
In my dreams you drive me crazy
Wink at me and saunter over
Stroke my thigh and say “get down Rover”
Yes pick me up, don’t put me down
Do something different, go into town
Look around the bars for me
I maybe outside a pub or three. So...
Pick me up off the floor
when I’m thrown out the door…
For having one too many again
I lost count though after ten!
From ‘Rhymes and Reasons’
By ‘Rick Varden
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Thu 24th Apr 2025 17:08
Thank you for sharing you experience with us Rick.
I must say to my credit, that I've never been thrown out of anywhere; "poured" or "flowed" maybe. The kind ladies in my local swear blind to witnessing a mysterious process, whereby a kind of ectoplasm flows away from the spot where I've been sitting, which is then scooped up and lovingly poured into a taxi, somehow ending up in front what is fittingly known as the haunted fishtank, wearing my bloody slippers!😏