18th Reality
Well 18 at last Tom, Tom
What are you going to do
Drink, shout and be merry
Then dance the whole night through
I think though rather, if you will
It may go a bit like this….
A few pints you may spill
And you’ll get very pissed
Swaying, rocking in the bar
With your trousers at your feet
We hope you show some self-control
When your strippers on her knees
It’s all down hill from here my son
Now you’ve become a man
Legal drinks and voting slips
And drive a plumbers van.
We hope you have a lovely day
Happy Birthday to you
Tomorrow we know you will pay
When howling at the loo.
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