this is like early Eliot "portrait of a woman"a middle aged man from Spain in designer jeans asked me to write him a song so i said i'd write him several and he could choose one.
this is what i've come up with this morning
then he turned to me to say
i assume you are au fait
with the chef's superlative souffle
i dont follow fashion i dont chase fads
im drinking lager with the lads
when times are good when times are bad
im drinking lager with the lads
bring me your poor and needy
bring me your huddled masses
tell them to raise their glasses
we're drinking lager with the lads
i dont need love dont want romance
im drinking lager with the lads