" BARTENDERS AND ASS.."

Don't ya know that I'm a man about town
This unsubtle or unprofitable curiosity
Doesn't escape the bartenders downtown
For inexplicably, I seem to tip big as a luxury
Or perhaps as a line of defense
Being drawn in the sand, to illicit a smile
For it can't be chalked up to happenstance
Because it's true, cash ALWAYS brings a smile
And breaks down the body language with a glance
Often, the girl in the back room
Will pull down her pants
At a single glance of the cash in your hands
And sometimes you just have to say
What the fuck
I'm just an average man
About town....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)