Yeah, c'mon! Beats the pants off of "99 Bottles of Beer"!

There's one café in Piney Flats!
"Pat's" it's called, and in Pat's sits
The vastest vats, and you know that's
Whence comes the finest slivovitz.

It's breakfast time in Piney Flats!
Just stop on by for eggs and grits
And green-eyed gravy, served at Pat's
With coffee laced with slivovitz.

It's quittin' time in Piney Flats!
They cease to stir the fatty bits
And draw vast tarps across the vats
Which hold the mash for slivovitz.

[ December 19, 2001: Message edited by: smurd ]

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