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April 13, 2009

The Last Barman Poet

For one reason or another the poem from the movie Cocktail popped into my head.  Thanks to google I could fill in the blanks of the few lines I couldn’t remember.  So next time you’re at the bar and you want to get a chuckle out of a few people or show everyone your mad g33k skillz try this one:

 

Last Barman Poet

I am the last barman poet.
I see America drinking the fabulous cocktails I make.
Americans getting stinky on something I stir or shake.
The sex on the beach, the schnapps made from peach,
The Velvet Hammer,
the Al-La-Bam-A Slam-a!

I make things with juice and froth: the Pink Squirrel, the 3-Toed Sloth. I make drinks so sweet and snazzy:
The Iced Tea, The Kamikaze, The Orgasm, The Death Spasm,
The Singapore Sling, The Dingaling.

America you’ve just been devoted to every flavor I got.
But if you want to got loaded,
why don’t you just order a shot?
Bar is open.

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