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At the local bar one Friday night,
we were shooting pool and getting tight,
just having fun in the neon light,
yea everything was cool, out of sight,
Now I've played pool for years on end,
my stick play is cool, sometimes I win,
with two balls down, I still played the same,
I'd bought the last round and hadn't won a game,
Yea, this luck of mine sure seemed strange,
Ole Biggin' shot fine as the eight ball remained,
as he walked to the table to shoot the eight ball,
his win was probable, as he made his call,
"Eight ball in the side chump!"
ole Biggin' did say,
while my throat became a lump,
as he cued his play,
Then the shot went to pocket the eight,
and I couldn't believe what I saw,
Ole Biggin' blocked his scratch on the eight,
yea, didn't let the cue ball fall,
So I told him that sure is jive,
as he stood and stared at me,
His eyes looked like he was fried,
and Ole Biggin' stood six-foot-three,
Then he called me a geek,
so I called him a goon,
and so to speak,
a Big Baboon,
When he called me a fool,
I called him a twerp,
and that snatched his cool,
so he snatched by shirt,
What happened next,
was my surprise,
ole Biggin' landed left
right between my eyes,
and I hit the floor,
so hard, no slack!
Yea Bigggin' tore the shirt,
right off my back,
And I felt the swelling,
laying on the floor,
with ole Biggin' yelling,
and wanting more,
So as I was getting up,
and could hardly see,
I swung an uppercut..
ya know where that might be,
Ha ha, you're right,
but is it cruel,
when he turned out my light,
and snatched my cool,
So should the moral of the story, go like this this,
"Don't play pool.....if it's pool like his",
Or..."If you play pool, it's just another game of....
don't snatch that cool!"
