The Last Bartender

what and the world's last barman poet I see America drinking the fabulous cocktails I make America's getting stinking on something I stir or shake the sex on the beach the schnapps made from peach I make things with juice and frothy pink squirrel the three-toed sloth I make drinks so sweet and snazzy the iced tea the kamikaze the orgasm the death spasm it's Singapore sling the ding-a-ling America you're just devoted to every flavor I've got but if you want to get loaded why don't you just I liked when the orgasm please how many would you like why don't we start with the turquoise blue you got it let me take your picture what for when you're big celebrity I'll put you in Rolling Stone magazine my proud of ya I discovered oh that's great can you move aside though I can't such a both then here's me great