Skammentary:
"I wrote it with a golf pencil I pulled out of my blazer,
A crest sown on the chest read, 'Old Gold Rugby Football Club,'
Worn at one time by a man that at one time went to Yale,
Then he worked a while on Wall Street 'til the market collapsed.
"I was in a barroom that was somewhere on the southern shore of Boston,
The tender of the bar poured me a whiskey on the house,
I have a love for whiskey, I chased it with a beer,
I have a love for Boston and I loved writing it there.
"I wrote it in a notebook somebody let me borrow,
'Don't use all the paper please, and if you could, bring it back to me tomorrow,'
It was a fair request and I was grateful for the loan,
I had to jot a thought down I came up with on my own…
"I wrote, I wrote it for you,
I wrote, I wrote it for you,
I wrote, I wrote it for you,
I wrote, I wrote it for you.
"I wrote it in an hour or so; so, really not much longer,
I put the pencil in the shot glass and I buttoned up my blazer,
I stepped out of the bar into the cold October sun,
I must return the notebook, it's not important what I wrote."
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