Pop a Top

I tried to smile and did a while, but it fell so out of place.

Did you ever hear of a clown with teardrops streaming down his face? Pop a top again.

I think I'll have another round, another one, my friend.

Then I'll be gone and you can let some other fool sit down.

Home to me is misery and here I'm wasting time.

Cause a row of fools on a row of stools is not what's on my mind.

Leaving me is not what I prefer So it's either here or drinking beer Or home remembering her Pop a top again I think I'll have another round Another one, my friend Then I'll be gone and you can let some other fool sit down.

Now there's a song that'll quench your thirst, Papa Top from Jim Ed Brown.