It's Tipsy 'o'clock, and I'm ready to rock-n-roll.
My confidence is high, and it's hard to defy.
I'm a gifted dancer of R&B and Motown Soul.
By night I'm John Travolta; by day I'm Stephen Fry.
Although I'm getting older, I really -do try
To give those hot swaggers of Española.
Till I find my own Lolita and slap her thigh
Naturel, I'll treat her to my Émile Zola.
And through the night we'll turn more than a page over.
I'll give her what for -boys' chapter and verse.
Swearing, it wasn't all sensational, moreover—
But in truth, I'll have my heart and soul immersed.
It's Tipsy 'o'clock, and I'm ready to rock-n-roll.
And lose all discipline and self-control.
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