Three blokes in a bar drank beer
talked about girls and future plans.

One was going to work in another town
never got there though,
fell off the train.

The second,
greatly disturbed,
went fishing an stormy day and never returned.

The third,
saddened,
went to his mountain retreat
and got lost in the fog.

Me?
Spooked sat and drank alone
and that’s not much fun,
so I went to live in Spain
that wasn’t my plan.