No Cerveza, no Trabajo

No Cerveza, No Trabajo is a purdy good rule,

for those that went to the Har-ed Knocks School.

When the whistle blows to sound quitin’ time,

I need a Modelo with a slice of a lime.

The day ‘s work is done, and it wasn’t much fun,

all day in the sun, and the job’s just begun.

A company tool, I worked like a mule.

but I ain’t no fool, as I pull up my stool,

Juke box full of quarters, a sad country song,

shooters and snorters, they’ll never be wrong.

Say I’m not here if someone should call,

sooner or later to my home I will crawl.

Cerveza and Trabajo is all that I know,

a workin’ man’s life is all full of woe.

Monday it begins all over once more,

without the some Cerveza life is a bore.

No Cerveza, no Trabajo, they’re playin’ my song,

and this here Cantina is where I belong.

LDT Apr 30, ‘22

I’m not musical, but the song “Mockingbird Hill” was playing in my head when I wrote this one. https://youtu.be/iK99-mLWkjA

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