FOUR TO THE BAR
(Gary Allen)
THE SURESHOTS (ID Records, 1987)

Hey bartender, poor me a too cold booze
Hey-hey bartender, poor me a too cold booze
A thumping, jumping drink that just can't lose
I don't need no tune with woodwind or with brass
I don't need no song with woodwind or with brass
The music I crave comes in a crystal glass
Well, it's one, two, three, four, just one more
And you'll go for it, four to the bar

I don't need no metronome to keep in time
I don't need no metronome to keep in time
Just the popping corks of a cellar full of wine
Don't waste no time to fill my glass for me, buddy
Don't waste no time to fill my glass for me
A semi-quaver with lots of flavour, I want my tune to be
Well, it's one, two, three, four, just one more
And you'll go for it, four to the bar

Don't waste no time to fill my glass for me, buddy
Don't waste no time to fill my glass for me
A semi-quaver with lots of flavour, I want my tune to be
Well, it's one, two, three, four, just one more
And you'll go for it, four to the bar
And you'll go for it, four to the bar