How's That For Twenty?

How’s For That Twenty?

By: Jack Howard Hatfield; My Grandfather

Strike me pink and blow me down
You’ll never guess what I just found,
The day before the month begin
I found a guy with twenty skins.

“Oh” lifelong friend, “Oh” shipmate pal
I met the smoothest little gal.
If you were I here’s what I’d do,
I’d gladly loan my dough to you.

She’s cute and blonde here lines are trim
She’s sound of mind, body and limb,
Her green eyes invite her, her lips gleam
She must have stepped out of a dream.

Her voice sends a shiver up my spine
I think we’d make a real combine,
She with her beauty, I my dash
And you of course put up the cash.

I think its swell you’re so thrifty
I think its fine in fact its nifty,
Tomorrow the Eagle will have flown
So come on pal, how’s for that loon?

I’d hate to disappoint this queen
She looks like Venus at sweet sixteen,
Tomorrow night we’ll all have plenty
But now shipmate, how’s for that twenty?

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