Shooters- Fort Lauderdale

Divorced in the early eighties, living in North Miami Beach;
There was a place I was a regular, about twenty minutes reach!
It’s called Shooter’s Bar and Restaurant, on the Intercoastal Way;
A great venue to meet hot singles, who hung there to drink and play!
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The crowd was ultra-urbane, so suave and debonair;
In those days, the world was different, an abduction very rare!
The ladies were extra classy, they came there straight from work;
In tight skirts and high heels, bodies to drive a man berserk!
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But my favorite time to visit, was football Sundays in the Fall;
For they opened at eleven, but till noon could sell no alcohol!
So they poured free champagne cocktails, for an hour at the bar;
I’d give the tender a crispy Abe Lincoln, say “Keep my glass well up to par”!
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I’d have one every six minutes, get a buzz beyond belief;
Meet girls who got wild and crazy, get a kiss and hug real brief!
Then at noon, we’d order hot food, to soak up all the booze;
And try to make a connection, where a future date ensued!
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Sundays at Shooters
Get high and try to get down
Love was in the air