I once drank a bottle of rum
It washed down the hatch with a burn
Next time I'll give you a turn
I once knew a guy named Hink
He sputtered, he stammered and then he swore
That's all I know--or I'd tell you more
I have a great story for you
About an old man who never lied
But bragged about it until he died
Can this life be all about me?
I can't believe the answer is "no"
Yet I hear it often wherever I go