Another Night at the Hard Rock

Another Saturday night, whatever shall we do?
A night at the Hard Rock is what we choose.
A trip to Hooters proved defeat.
The lines were out into the street.
On a budget that's bucket low.
Wherever else could we go?
Our colleagues we met surely would know.
With our tummies grumbling loud, we walked to Johnny Rockets slipping thru the crowd.
The burgers were fair, the service was good, we ate and we sang to some oldies tunes.
With the night on our side we sat at the pub Murphy's Law.
Men on the prowl, Bachelorette's last single night out, girls wearing nothing, plastics, and talls.
The evening proved to be, at the very least, quite raw.
A drink,then another,a shot, then a song.
At this rate we could go all night long.
Dancing with Elvis, and the bride to be, the YMCA, and Grease with Sandra Dee.
A crowd has drawn, whatever for?
Dennis Rodman has prepared his best for the audience on the dance floor.
He chooses Pearl Jam, Alive, with shot in his hand.
I watched as the crowd swarms him like bees.
I ask myself why and where are my keys?
It is about time, I must be heading home.
Thank goodness my boyfriend is the sober one.
Another night of fum at the Har Dock is done.