The Party, pt. 2 of nothing

Take a gash from a chunk of hash
a solemn, lonely bash.
Like a sword from a stone,
play your fiddle to the party

A wooden deck, heckled with butts,
a naked woman who moans while she struts
are both damn good ways
to make you dirty ankles dirty.

Vodka and rum (fuck gin)
are a slippery slope to sin.
But I hold no goddamn bible,
a silly little tome of babble.

You can stake it, you can rake it,
you can yorkshire and die,
but I'd rather feel your beauty
than a catcher in the rye.

But I caught her in the eye!
(accidentally)
and she didnt mind.
"I like the way you fuck my thigh."

What am I, too high?
Hell, maybe.
What a dream of you,
that day I had of you.

Come back to my party
and party hearty, Marty.
But I prefer that Pam,
or a silly girl named Slam.