A message just in, from the Land Of Exile, beyond the Northern Lights and Ice,
beyind even a Polar Bear's clammy talon, or a Slappy Emperor Penguin's flappers,
and the gin's not bad either
Two tons of ice
One broken compass - magnetic north or south screwed
One bottle of Aureola Borealis
One two-thirds drunk bottle of Finnished Voddie
One one sip drunk bottle of alcoholic Kiwi pee juice
One half ton parcel of Cornish twigs
One half a sperm whale
One Elk's nose (very tasty when roasted)
One bottle of Elk's snot for the marinade.
One bottle of Canadian tonic
One key to the submarine.
Igor the barman me the poet
Together the last barman poets.
We see The Towers drinking the fabulous tailcocks we make.
MoFCers getting pished on something we stir or shake.
The sex on the Towers beach, the schnapps made from Nungate peach,
The Velvet Queenie Hammer,
the Al-La-Daisy-A Slam-a!
We make things with Pixie juice and Bernie froth: the Gness Best,
the 3-Toed Tony Goat.
We make drinks so Mrs O sweet and Stewey jazzy:
The Sloopy Tea, The sunnydavekaze, The JJ Orgasm, The Piranha Spasm,
The Psybbo Sling, The Slappy Dingaling.
The Towers ABers you've just been devoted to every flavour we got.
But if you want to got loaded,
why don't you just order a shot?
The Towers Tailcock Bar is open."