The World Is Full of BastardsMary PranksterHe said, “Mary is the rarest gemAnd she’s the wildest flower.I’ll make my Mary merrierWith every passing hour.”So I made a certain sacrificeAs soon as we were throughI said, “Your Mary loves you, lad.”And he said, “‘Mary’ who?”You don’t know if an apple’s rotten’Til you take a biteYou don’t know if there’s breakfast comin’’Til you spend the nightAnd I’m sure I’ll kiss my share of frogsBefore my time is doneThe world is full of bastardsAnd I’ve dated every oneEh, the lad was oh-so-generousMuch more than you would thinkHe didn’t have a licenseBut he still drove me to drinkAnd I had no insecuritiesSo he gave me some of hisBut I didn’t need his sorrow, manI’m Irish as it isYou don’t know if the beer is bitter’Til you buy a glassYou don't know if your peace of mindIs just a piece of assAnd I’m sure I’ll kiss my share of frogsBefore my time is doneThe world is full of bastardsAnd I’ve dated every one posted by Beth 3:33 PM . . .
