Steamy stand the glasses now on fragil stem,
Steamy stands the glass now on fragil stem,
well chilled beer jugs lean themselves against them
But down there in deep dispair
Down in my stomach's empty trunk
sits a little devil waiting for a clunk.
in my bodys deepest calves
sits the little devil waiting for the half.
Down in my stomac like a heard
sits the little devil waiting for the third
