Another Friday, rain pouring down;

another night in this seaside town

immersed in the usual disco pub

and overwhelmed by this musical hub.

I'm bathing in beer and beautiful women

while soaking in cider with others swimming

against the sad tide with our unlucky looks,

seeking romance outside our books.

I'm drowning in the depths of cleavage,

only saved by the jetsam waistage

floating free from the fishing smacks

till washed ashore on bare white backs.

I struggle to stay afloat all evening

till the lights go up and it's time for leaving.

I really need a personal lifeguard

to stop me pretending to be a ba(sta)rd.