From the recording Third Flagon
Lyrics
I fancy dear maid that what I will order
An IPA or dark ass porter
Don't furrow your brow with that hairy eyeball
The brew that I ordered I'll make it a tall
The brew that he ordered he'll make it a tall
Not usually one to deny a shot
Especially from a Shriner which means quite a lot
For tonight I'll be pulling out of the race
There's a look in their eyes and I can't keep pace
So I'll kindly ask for your forgiveness
For tonight there'll be no whiskey business
I'll kindly ask for your forgiveness
For tonight there'll be no whiskey business
With great trepidation I dare to engage
In drinking with Shriners nearly half my age
I've thrown a few back in my days I'll contend
Those Shriners don't break hell no they just bend
Those Shriners don't break hell no they just bend
There's Selby and Ricky they're back at the bar
They're pouring that whiskey straight into their jar
My keys and my wallet I may have misplaced
If I'm not careful I might get shitfaced
If Stive's not careful he might get shitfaced
So I'll kindly ask for your forgiveness
For tonight there'll be no whiskey business
I'll kindly ask for your forgiveness
For tonight there'll be no whiskey business