Broad Lick Nic – DAAS
It’s a broad lick Nic,
And I’ll tell you while I’m able or I’ll smash your skull,
If your not drinking enough Black Label.
It’s a hard man’s drink and though the bottle’s broken,
Put your money on the table,
Strain the glass through your teeth.
We grew up lean, mean, Kings of the Street Scene.
Without a mother’s guiding hand to keep us clean.
Down your rum, we’ll take life as it comes,
And all you blue rinse critics lickk our literary bums.
I drank my first pure malt before I was three,
Smoked a pack of Dutch cigarettes my pappy left for me.
And I romanced a little lass who was twelve years my elder at the age of six I held her.
That year I also bed her so before I was seven my first child was born.
I told a pack…
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