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There is a bar in Pella,
That's Iowa, my friend,
Where flowed the boldest spirits,
Fine wines and beers to tend.
This was a college hangout,
We frequently went there
To douse our woes in liquor
And drink till we didn't care.
It didn't take us long, though,
To feel a buzz or two,
We'd shoot the breeze,
And feel at ease, play darts,
Or grab a cue.
I'd shoot the corner pocket,
Lay back and wait my turn,
The guys were stiff,
You get my drift?
Get soused and then return!
There were no curfew hours,
We stayed out till the dawn,
Pickled franks and pretzels
Kept all the liquor down.
We wobbled and we wavered,
We had a grand old time.
Though we did get plastered,
We always managed fine.
Toward the morning hours,
We finally had enough.
We racked the cues,
Laced our shoes,
And fell to bed real slushed!
What's the moral of this story?
What's the purpose of this 'song?'
Don't drink the booze,
And take a snooze,
And think there's nothing wrong!
Hiccup!
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