Ode to Doris

There's a maid at the bar who smiles at me As she pours out the pints with a good head of foam Her fiery red hair sets our hearts ablaze As we all stay and refuse to go home We're all marksmen at darts and can't hit a barn We're all experts at pool and can't pocket a ball We're too distracted 'cause we set our sights On Doris' Delicious Delights? Doris, Doris A true sight to behold! Doris, Doris, double Ds Oh my God praise the Lord! She starts at eight and works through the nights She'll give discounts on gin and kicks out the shites When she walks by and gives us some winks We melt and we need more drinks! Don't mess with this girl, don't try to insist Don't argue or you'll get a kiss from her fist But looking's alright with your eyes open wide At Doris' Delicious Delights Doris, Doris A true sight to behold! Doris, Doris, double Ds Oh my God praise the Lord! Doris, Doris A true sight to behold! Doris, Doris, double Ds Oh my God praise the Lord!