A Man walks into a bar   He Says, "Give me a Bacardi and Coke."   The back of beyond repair    Welcomes the broken and the broke   The latter hitches a ride   On the back of second-hand smoke   And the man,   Well he'd be the punch line   In someone elses Joke      I'll beat this drink   It's a habit I'll kick   Please help me now   I'm gonna be sick   Something hit me   I wound up on the floor   Damn this Bacardi    I don't want anymore      A Man walks into a think-tank   Full of Hooch and future sales   Mixing wish lists with extension plans   Reap Guantanamo Jail   Smell the solid beach   And a whiff of cannot fail   And a guilt trait shop with goblets   Dripping cutthroat cocktails   And they drink a toast to Florida   And all its air-conditioned homes   And they damn the health of Cuba   And they damn its fortified Rum   He sips a calamatar olive    Spits out the stone   And He mimics crushing people   Between forefinger and thumb      I'll beat this drink   It's a habit I'll kick   Please help me now   I'm gonna be sick   Something hit me   I wound up on the floor   Damn This Bacardi   I don't want anymore      The first man wakes up in the same bar   But it's different as in a dream   Infact it's someone else's dream   Clean sheets & New Regime   Fetal burns as Nero romes   Give the bar a zip code   Cya   Cya   See You   And it's one more for the road      I'll beat this drink   It's a habit I'll kick   Please help me now   I'm gonna be sick   Something hit me   I wound up on the floor   Damn this Bacardi    I don't want anymore(x4)