A Man walks into a bar He Says, "Give me a Bacardi and Coke." The back of beyond repair Welcomes the broken and the broke The latter hitches a ride On the back of second-hand smoke And the man, Well he'd be the punch line In someone elses Joke I'll beat this drink It's a habit I'll kick Please help me now I'm gonna be sick Something hit me I wound up on the floor Damn this Bacardi I don't want anymore A Man walks into a think-tank Full of Hooch and future sales Mixing wish lists with extension plans Reap Guantanamo Jail Smell the solid beach And a whiff of cannot fail And a guilt trait shop with goblets Dripping cutthroat cocktails And they drink a toast to Florida And all its air-conditioned homes And they damn the health of Cuba And they damn its fortified Rum He sips a calamatar olive Spits out the stone And He mimics crushing people Between forefinger and thumb I'll beat this drink It's a habit I'll kick Please help me now I'm gonna be sick Something hit me I wound up on the floor Damn This Bacardi I don't want anymore The first man wakes up in the same bar But it's different as in a dream Infact it's someone else's dream Clean sheets & New Regime Fetal burns as Nero romes Give the bar a zip code Cya Cya See You And it's one more for the road I'll beat this drink It's a habit I'll kick Please help me now I'm gonna be sick Something hit me I wound up on the floor Damn this Bacardi I don't want anymore(x4)
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