The Barmaid

Through pissheads and through bikers
I had to fight my way,
All for some cheese and onion crisps
and a pint of IPA.

I spoke unto the barmaid,
But me she did not hear
And it's long time I've been waiting for
The coming of my beer.

Either I'm invisible
Or she's completely blind,
Though I wave around my ten quid note,
She serves the bloke behind.

Still I try to catch her eye,
But still she looks away,
If I show to her some rudeness
She won't serve me again.

Rept verse 1