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LOUDMOUTH
(Ian M. Bruce)

Everyone must laugh with the loudmouth!
He feels his jokes are best of all.
He's no-one in particular, yet everybody's friend
And insists that we enjoy ourselves until the bitter end.
He never seems to notice, that no-one wants him near,
But 'close' is no necessity if it's him you want to hear.

If I'm not sitting singing, then quiet I shall be.
I may even pour another drink.
I'll wallow in my paradise, my private little trance,
While maybe all the others have a shout and drink and dance.
He snaps his clumsy fingers I drop my beer in fright!
Cheer up, old boy! Things will be alright.

"Order for the singer!" he's appealing to the crowd
As the host sings and strums his old guitar.
"Order!" once again. He's yelling "Girls and boys!"
Will he never know that he's the major source of noise?
And when the song is over, he's a martyr to the cause,
And asks a clapping audience to '...Give it some applause'.

"Thank you for the party"
All the guests say as they leave:
"The buffet was the best we've ever seen" .
Everyone is gone well, everyone but one,
That loudmouth who swears he'll drink until the dark is done.
He's drunk far too much, but again he doesn't know
Till he throws up on the carpet and says "It's time to go." .

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from The Orange & The Rowan, released February 1, 2003
Written by Ian M. Bruce

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