One-Night Bomber Crew

They sang a song in Tokyo,
As drunk as drunk could be,
But needed one more voice, and so
That happened to be me

We shut down bars in Shinjuku,
And in Roppongi, too;
And I don’t really drink, but then
You just do what you do

The lights were bright, the music loud,
The laughter flowing free;
I stumbled in at six a.m.
I’m sure, a sight to see

They sang a song in Tokyo,
You should have heard it, too —
With me on second baritone,
A one-night
Bomber
Crew

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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