The Night I Borrowed Steve's Crown Room Card

This scotch that I’m drinking

has stopped me from thinking

and that was the point after all.

But what has me worried

is how much I’ve hurried

this tour of the highland’s highball.

Through ruse and through guile,

for only a while

I’m served all the booze I can stand;

I’ve used your I.D.,

and as you can see,

your trick has succeeded as planned.

If I miss my flight

and stay here all night

I’ll suffer the stares and the gawks.

So just call me Steve,

and, say, I believe

I’ll have one more malt on the rocks