Mas Tequila

Por favor, Senor

Happy Hour at four

Double Tito to start

Mixed cocktail in arms length

Marty tends the bar

Kick back another

Shooting star

I’m coming back for more

Six motitos

After eight call tio

Curbside party

Spinning burrito

Hit me with another

It’s all swirling

Gathering spirits

Dance around my head

I need a bed

A fire red flame, closes out the night.

It’s all out of sight, keeping a worried mind alright.

Mas Tequila


Tito is chilled

Coming down like a freight train of fun.

I’m fueled out on the run.

Flowing down a glass

Tequila y Tuesday a la Noche.