I could buy you a beer
And even though ‘I’ don’t drink
I could watch you, and think.
And then I could write about you
All about you
About nobody else
Perhaps that’s why you don’t come around here no more.
Spoken: Excuse me, sir?
Me: Yes, what is it?
Spoken: ‘don’t come around here no more’
Is a double-negative
Which means you ‘do’ come around here.
Me: Whatever – it’s a song for crisssakes!
Spoken: Just wanted you to get the grammar right!
Me: Well, I thank you to keep your nose out of my nose-bag.
Spoken: Spare the thought – okay, just keep my name out of it.
Me: No-can-do – ‘you’ are the Devil, my inspiration, my mentor, my angel in disguise.
Spoken: Hardly an angel. Anyway, I forgot how annoying you could be.
Me: Maybe that’s why you don’t come around here no more?
Spoken: Whatevs – I’m off.
Me: La da la da da…
(And so it went…)