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"Fill Me With My Regular
and Point Me Home To Ethyl"
People know what sort I am
But guilt can keep me true-
Yes, that's the part that bothers me
'Cause I want some fun too.
'Twas a joyous night in ye ole Pub
From what I can remember-
The songs were loud, the drinks were cold
The dancers all were limber.
A stroke past midnight seems to be
The time I start to mellow-
Please fill me with my regular
and point me home to Ethyl.
Another night of giving in
To pure saints in my mind-
But let me hear the music start
Tonight I will unwind,
The dance floor's got the makings
For a one in a million night-
Line up girls, 'cause here I am
We'll do this thing up right,
With Go-Go left and Go-Go right
You'd think me a lucky fellow-
But fill me with my regular
And point me home to Ethyl....