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Little ol’ beer drinker

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Little ol' beer drinker
 (To little ol' wine drinker, Dean Martin)
I'm praying for rain in sunny Shropshire
So the hops can swell and they can brew more beer
And I'm standing in a chippy here in Bradford
With a thumping head and a ringing in my ear.

I ask the man behind the counter for an aspirin
And he answers as he serves me pie and peas
This is a chip shop not a bloody chemists
I say, "Little ol' beer drinker me."

I came here last week from up in Grimsby
Cos my baby left for Clacton by the sea
When they ask, "Who's the man who's got a cob on?"
I say,"Little ol' beer drinker me."

I ask the man behind the counter for an aspirin
And he answers as he serves me pie and peas
"This is a chip shop, not a bloody chemists"
I say,"Little ol' beer drinker me."

I say,"Little ol' beer drinker me."
Little ol' beer drinker me.

Cob...Northern slang for sulking

By Hobbo

A contemporary poet with a Yorkshire sense of humour

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