Ma Settled For Whiskey Sour
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That's right little ole ladyit's here once againyour birthday is backso let your achessettle inWhat to get yousomething old, something newyou kissed my cheekand saidyour love will doBut to get a giftit's not just for you,when the one watchingyou open itgets excited tooSo I set outfor something uniqueand that's what she gotto say the leastThen I went for a walkand I wandered aboutI kicked this old liqure bottleand a genie came outAs shocked, startled andas scared as I wasthis gift would be perfectfor the womanI loveSo I scooped the genieand the three wishes upI ran all the way homewhile shaking him upSitting the bottleon the kitchen counterI unscrewed the capand never smeltanything foulerThe bottle fell overand the genie rolled outhe got back to his feetwhen he thenpassed outAll I could dowas laugh at the genienow pitiful and drunkjust needing somesleepyNow at this pointthere's nothing I can doso I went to Momaand said pick a handone or twoThe drunken genie manwas the hand she pickedSo I handed her the handwith the half full bottleand told her to washhim down quickwith this foul smellingWhiskey Sour