out for drinks with mates

bunch of rebrobates

having long debates

then in bed till noon

 

bangin’ in the head

wishin’ I was dead

curing it instead

at the greasy spoon

 

stepping on a plane

sunny week in Spain

money down the drain

every year in June

 

getting nicely tanned

sangria in hand

listen to a band

with a bangin’ tune

 

magical first date

when we resonate

walkin’ very late

‘neath a harvest moon

 

ribbing from the blokes

lots of childish jokes

meeting with her folks

Sunday afternoon