When I'm Flat on the Floor
Twenty years my senior
My old drinking mate
He throws them down
Like a bull at a gate
I'd sure like to know
After all of these years
How many dollars he's spent
On all those cold beers
But he seems not to worry
'Bout the money I'm sure
As he heads for another
Behind the old beer fridge door
Yep,Him and his Mrs
Both three score or more
They'll both still be drinkin'
When I'm flat on the floor
Copyright Russ Howells March 2010
