- There is a house in Fishbein Road......where bridge boys go to play
- It's been the ruin of many a marriage....just how many I cannot say
- The game of bridge is such a pull..... which no one as yet can resist
- 'Cus the thrill of making trick after trick.....is nothing short of bliss
- Now the only thing a player needs......is a system that carries no flaws
- And the only time he's ever satisfied.....is when it delivers good scores
- Or when hands are bid to the limit...with opponents in all kind of trouble
- 'Cus should they decide to the bid again ..... you're in with a juicy double
- But I warn all those thinking of joining...there's a risk of ruining your lives
- By going to that house in Fishbein Road...you may end up losing your wives
- Yet I'll be back for another game....whilst at home there wont be a sound
- Either my wife has found a new lover....or she's digging a hole in the ground
- So with the club my shrine, cards my drug....I must visit the house whilst I'm able
- Nothing must stop me claiming my seat.....as the boards arrive at the table
A 'Must Read' blog for all motorists currently being shafted by morally bankrupt private car parking companies as well as aspiring players and addicts of the game Bridge.
Friday, 14 August 2009
DR. SIGMUND T. SCHUKELGRUBER WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT IF BOB DYLAN HAD BEEN A BRIDGE PLAYER?...............................
then he would have surely used these alternative lyrics to the song "The House of the Rising Sun".....lyrics that might have gone like this:
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