After drinking for four hours at Paddy’s bar
I was in love, and felt like a star.
Unable to sing, I was still full of song.
I was right and told people. Was that wrong?
I was unsuccessful, of course;
At dawn, I fell off Harry, the English horse.
I was ready to start world war two.
I wish I were American and puritan—like you.
But this frowning Iranian, or this polite man from China?
They will certainly do.